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A Hobbit's Rescue	By : LadyLaran Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Hobbit, The Views: 5698 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author’s Note – I hope this chapter will be as loved as some of the others. Parts of this weren’t easy for me to write, but I am pleased with the results and hope you all will enjoy it too.

Disclaimer – I do not own “the Hobbit” nor do I make money from this story.

Chapter Fifty-nine – Adamanta’s Triumph

The ride was long and tiring and, true to his word, Fili urged them to continue riding whenever the topic of stopping to rest was brought up. Thorin could see how pale their hobbit’s face was and knew his nephew was right. Even though she needed the rest, Adamanta was in dire need of reaching the safety of the mountain as soon as possible so he enforced his heir’s order in regards to continuing onwards. They could all see Kili offering her the water skin, making sure she stayed hydrated, but the lass refused food anytime it was offered. That was a telling sign that spoke of something being very wrong and motivated them to keep going.

The group of dwarrow and one hobbit rode through the gates of Erebor, stopping only when they reached about the middle of the entry hall that led from the gates to the bustling center of Erebor. As the guards took the reins, Thorin quickly dismounted and both he and Dori aided Adamanta off of the pony.

The king heard the pained hiss from his niece, frowning when she rested one hand to the small of her back and the other across her stomach. It quickly became obvious that Belis’s worry regarding the hobbit’s health was well founded when the pregnant woman gave a small sound of surprise, and his sharp eyes noticed the small puddle forming beneath her feet. Realizing what was going on, he issued a series of orders.

“Fili, find your mother,” he began. “Bring her to Adamanta and Kili’s rooms. Bofur, find Adara and send her to the same place. Gloin, alert your wife and have her waiting for us.”

There was a brief pause before Bofur and Gloin realized what was going on, and both ran to find the dwarrowdams in question. Fili rushed off too, hoping he would find his mother quickly enough.

“Dori, as the strongest of us, I want you to carry her up to the royal wing. The rest of you make sure we can get through the crowds,” Thorin ordered, watching as the silver haired dwarf gently picked Adamanta up.

The group hurried through the various walkways and corridors, and the crowds of people quickly moved out of the way. Belis and the men with her realized that word of the pending birth would be spreading like wildfire though the mountain and Dale, but none of them were worried about it. In truth, it helped since people were lined against the walls to stay out of the way as the company carried the hobbit up to her suite.

Once in the rooms that Kili and Adamanta called their own, Dori set the hobbit down in the bedroom where the couple slept and hurried out while Belis tended to her sister. The dwarrowdam stripped her of the dirty dress and small clothes, getting her into a loose shift. Adara, Emali, and Dis strode into the bedroom a few moments later, and all of them began working to get everything ready for the birth of the child as well as making Adamanta more comfortable.

As the women worked together to ensure the soon to be mother was prepared for the battle to come, the men of the company gathered in the family room to wait for news. Bombur prepared tea for all of them, and the group sipped at the warm drink. Kili occasionally took a sip and paced the room, hoping that his beloved wife would make it through this battle and praying to Yavanna for any and all aid She could lend Adamanta.

Time passed slowly with only muffled sounds coming from behind the thick walls and door of the bedroom. The only clear sound that could be heard were the cries coming from the laboring hobbit, and the men would bow their heads in respect while Thorin or Fili would start either a soft chant or song to Mahal and His wife for strength for the woman doing battle to bring new life to the world.

Kili took comfort in the ritual, his heart aching with worry as hours slipped by. He barely remembered eating when Nori pressed a plate of food in his hands, reminding him that his strength would be needed to tend to his wife and child after her victory was confirmed. Truth be told, he finally understood the stories of how his father, Uncle Thorin, and the rest of their cousins felt as his mother brought each of her children into the world. Even though he had the reassurances of his wife that hobbits didn’t have the high fatality rate that dwarrowdams did when it came to birthing children, the archer was utterly terrified for his One and applied himself to each song and chant that his uncle and brother started.

Adamanta’s cat tried to curl up in his lap but kept getting dumped onto the floor each time the archer rose to his feet to place. So she settled on Gimli’s lap and purred along with the music and chants, enjoying the petting from the injured dwarf.

Finally, the welcome tones of Gloin’s wife was heard, bringing everyone’s attention to where the dwarrowdam stood in the entryway leading into the family room. All of the males rose to their feet, waiting in silence for the news she had to share.

“Prince Kili, your wife has fought through her battle with great strength and all is well. The next generation of the Line of Durin is ready to be welcomed,” the midwife informed him.

Emali led the men down the hallway and into the bedroom. The men could see the looks of joy on the faces of the women who had supported Adamanta through her battle, and Kili took several steps to stand at the bedside while the others remained at a respectful distance from the bed. All of the dwarves in the room could see the sheets darkened with fluid as well as the look of absolute happiness and exhaustion on the face of the new mother.

Dis and Belis stepped forward while the midwife retired to the side of the room to begin brewing a tea her patient would need. Kili’s eyes went wide, but his voice was steady though full of love, joy, and amazement as he began to speak the words that were traditional when presenting the child to the patriarch of the family.

“Thorin II Oakenshield, King Under the Mountain and Patriarch of the Line of Durin, my lady wife has successfully won her battle today and has brought forth the next generation of our Line,” he said, looking to where his uncle stood.

Thorin gave a regal nod, eyes alight with sheer happiness, and spoke the traditional response.

“Bring forth the babe so that the child may be known to me and welcomed by kith and kin,” he told him.

The archer took the newborn from his mother’s arms, turning to his uncle and laying the tiny baby in one arm. He shook his head before the king could speak again, turning to his sister to take the small form in her arms and lay it in the monarch’s free arm.

All of the men stared for a long moment, realizing just what they were seeing and there was a look of awe on their faces. Thorin’s voice held both pride, love, happiness, and tears as he turned to the males of the family. It was a battle to draw his gaze away from the two naked babes he was holding, feeling so much marvel at the wonderful gift his family had been granted.

“My beloved niece has brought such richness to this family,” the king managed, sounding somewhat choked up. “Today, we welcome a son and daughter to the Line of Durin.”

Thorin had to stop for a moment before managing to collect himself. He was barely able to look at the tired hobbit on the bed, seeing her own happy tears and trying so hard to keep himself from weeping in joy.

“Princess Adamanta Durinshield, we thank you for the strength you have shown since the moment our Father’s loving wife blessed you with the lives you carried and nurtured beneath your heart. We are humbled by the gift you have given this family, and we swear to protect the lives you fought for this wonderful day,” he told her, sinking to his knees and bowing his head.

Adamanta wept softly, moved by her uncle’s words, and she was beyond embarrassed and touched by the sight of the men in her family going to their knees. All of the women had warned her this would happen, and it still shocked her to see this. The tears came faster, but she didn’t brush them away as her mother-in-law had stated that they were permitted due to the fact that this was part of the battle she had fought.

In unison, the males spoke to her and all of the listeners could hear both the joy and humility in their voices as they did so.

“May Mahal lay His blessings upon you for the wonderful gifts you have granted to our people and this family. We will defend the children with every breath within our bodies, educate them to appreciate the gifts our Father and His Lady Wife have granted us, and love them endlessly. At our hands, they will know only care, love, and protection. Before Mahal, His Green Lady, and the women of our family, this we so vow.”

The women moved to stand beside the bed, sinking into curtseys for several moments before Dis spoke. Her voice was rough with emotion, much like her brother’s had been, and her eyes were full of the same joy that the family was feeling.

“We are honored to have been the ones to remain by your side throughout your battle, daughter, and the dwarrowdams of the Line of Durin will stand beside you to provide advice, support, and give you the strength you need as you raise these two gifts from Mahal and His Blessed Wife to adulthood,” she said, leaning in to kiss the hobbit’s forehead.

The silence that followed was broken only by the new mother’s soft weeping and the sounds of the newborns as they began to protest the cool air.

“Healthy lungs those two have,” Bofur said, making the group laugh.

“Right, time to get Adamanta cleaned up and resting. Also, the babies will need to be bathed and dressed,” Emali said, setting the brewing tea on the side table. “We don’t want them to catch a chill.”

Dis smiled, heading to her son and kissing his forehead. She was happy for him now that he had everything he’d ever wanted since he was a young child. He had the One he had hoped for and a family to protect and adore. The princess knew all would be well, and she winked at the dark haired archer.

“All of you out, and take the little ones with you. Kili knows where the supplies are so you lot can figure out who gets to give them their first bath,” she said, gently pushing him out of the bedroom. “I’ll call you when she’s ready to see you.”

“Thank you, Mum,” he said, giving her a hug before following the others out of the room.

Kili emerged in the family room to find that Fili and Dwalin had absconded with the twins and were trying to head to the bathroom to give them their baths. He shook his head, hearing the cursing and arguing going on about who should be the ones to do it. The only one not taking part was Gimli, and that was due to the broken bone he was supposed to stay off of.

“This is not a good sign for the years to come,” the archer commented to no one and stared as his uncle tried to steal the baby girl away from Fili.

“At least you know you’re not short on child minders,” Bifur answered, watching everything with eyes that twinkled with mirth.

“So I can see,” the dark haired prince replied, wondering just how to fix this mess. Before he could even devise a plan of some sort, the welcome voice of Ori broke through the noise.

“Did you stop to think that Kili might want to be one of the ones to give the twins their first baths?”

That put a stop to the arguing, and the scribe continued. He could see the grateful look on the new father’s face and knew that he needed help getting this rowdy crowd calmed down.

“Bombur, would you be so kind as to make something for Adamanta and Belis to eat? I doubt either of them have had anything since they were kidnapped, and I know Adamanta will need something before she rests,” he pointed out, sending the heavy set dwarf to his own suite to begin cooking a meal for the two.

“Nori, since you have the best network to do so, would you put the word out that the next generation of the Line of Durin has arrived and that our hobbit is well? I know Thorin will make the official announcement later, but we should put a halt to the worrying,” Ori started, giving his brother a smile as he hurried to do just that.

“Now, Dori and I will get everything out that’ll be needed for our baby prince and princess so they can have their nappies put on and clothed. We don’t want them to take chill. After Kili and the second dwarf bathes them, two can dry them, and another pair can put the nappies on. The next pair will clothe them, and then we can see about who gets to hold them until Adamanta is ready for the babies to come back in,” the young dwarf finished.

It was decided that Fili would help give the twins their baths, Thorin and Balin would dry them, Bofur and Bifur would get their nappies put on, and both Dwalin and Gloin would get them dressed. Oin wanted to do a health check before they were dressed so he would get his chance to hold the newest additions to the family.

Kili took his son from Dwalin, smiling as he led his brother to the nearest bathroom to the twins’ room. He chuckled when he heard Fili make a comment to Ori about writing up a schedule so no one would be arguing or feel cheated when it came time for watching over the children.

After filling the sinks where the babies would be washed, the blond prince looked to his brother. He was in awe of the beautiful little babes they were holding and felt so proud of his brother and Adamanta for these amazing gifts to the family.

“Have you two chosen names for these two precious gems?”

“We have, though we never expected to use both names at the same time,” the archer replied, scrubbing his son carefully while answering.

“Adamanta wanted another baby after this pregnancy,” Fili asked, sounding amazed.

“She did when we last spoke of it,” Kili answered. “I’m not certain how she’ll feel about it now that she’s actually been through the birthing; she may change her mind.”

“Would you be all right if she decided not to? I know you had hopes for a large family,” the swordsman queried.

“My wife has given me two beautiful children, Fili. How can I not be happy with what Mahal and Yavanna have granted us? If Adamanta decided not to go through this again, I would still be overjoyed with her presence in my life and our two pebbles to raise,” he told his brother.

Once the babies were scrubbed, Fili looked at the twins, both of whom were not happy at all with the bathing and protesting at the top of their voices.

“I think they got your lung power,” he teased his brother, handing the little girl off to Balin.

“It certainly sounds like it,” the advisor laughed, starting to dry the little princess carefully.

Thorin was handed the little boy, chuckling softly as he examined him while drying the crying baby. He was looking for which traits of their parents showed the strongest.

“I see a slight tip to this little pebble’s ears, but there’s no sign of the hobbit feet,” he informed the pair.

“Adamanta was certain the baby would have that trait, even made a small bet on it, and it seems neither of them do,” Kili laughed after checking his daughter for the same trait. “She has the same slight tip to her ears as her brother too. I’d love to know what color their eyes are.”

Unlike human babies, children of dwarves, elves, and hobbits were born with the eyes the color they were meant to be.

“I can answer that, sister-son,” Thorin answered, eyes sparkling with joy. “Your daughter has your eyes, and your son has the Durin blue eyes.”

That comment brought a lot of smiles to the faces of the dwarves, and the babies were passed on to get their nappies before being inspected by their cousin. The healer looked them over, pronouncing both babes as healthy, and then passed them on to be dressed.

The little ones made the rounds between all of the dwarves in the family room, getting cuddled and examined by each one. Once the dwarrowdams emerged, Kili took his children back to his bedroom.

Adamanta was waiting for him, sipping a cup of tea as she reclined on her side of the bed. He could see the remains of the meal Bombur had made for her and was glad to see she had eaten.

“How are you, my jewel,” he asked, sitting on the side of the bed.

“Better, my Kili,” she answered, putting her cup aside. “They changed the bedding and helped me get a quick bath. Emali said I am doing well considering I surprised everyone and myself by giving birth to two babies and not one.”

“Certainly surprised me,” the archer replied, settling their daughter in her arms while snuggling his son. “Oin said both of them are healthy and at a good weight so I was very relieved to hear that.”

“So am I,” the hobbit admitted, gently admiring the child in her arms. “Looks like they have a bit of me in them with the ears. Anything on eye color?”

Both babes were sleeping so she couldn’t see the colors, but Kili was more than happy to fill her in on that.

“Our daughter has my eyes,” he said. “What little hair she has looks to be blond so it’ll be a good mix of us both. Our son, on the other hand, has my hair but the eyes of the Durins.”

“The same blue as Uncle Thorin’s, Fili’s, and Mother?”

“Exactly,” he said, making a face at his wife’s next comment.

“We’ll have to set a guard for them once they’re old enough to think of courting,” Adamanta said, gently rubbing her daughter’s hand. “They look to have gotten the best traits from both of us. Except for the feet,” she pouted.

“You owe me for that one, my jewel, as you lost that bet,” he teased, making her laugh.

“I’ll pay that debt as soon as I’m able,” the lass retorted, smiling at the warm chuckle from her husband. “I don’t mind they don’t have that trait; I’m just happy they’re here and healthy.”

“As am I, my love,” Kili said, tucking the boy into the bassinet. The little girl was placed beside her brother moments later, and he made sure they were warm before turning back to the bed. The strand of blessings he’d created months ago were placed into proper position above the bassinet. The traditional strand carried his hopes, dreams, prayers, and love for his babies.

“I guess we can say the others were guided by the Valar when they made the cradles so large,” the archer commented, sitting beside his wife.

“I think so,” Adamanta replied, giving a tired yawn. “Though it makes me wonder if all of them had some idea of there being two babies coming instead of one.”

“I doubt it since multiples are incredibly rare. Get some rest, my beautiful wife,” Kili said, snuggling her into him as she gave another yawn.

As the hobbit drifted off to sleep, the dwarf closed his eyes and gave a content sigh. He was so happy that they had such beautiful babies and his wife was well. All in all, Kili could certainly say he was happy.

Author’s End Note - I should look for earplugs because I know some of you are probably squealing or laughing about now. I’ll go edit another chapter and post it while you’re reading this one! ~ Laran
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