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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 – Another chapter for you to enjoy!

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

Chapter Sixty – Mahal’s Intervention

Once Thorin had made the official announcement that Adamanta had not only won her battle but had given birth to twins, the mountain had turned into a madhouse of preparations for the presentation of the little ones. The genders had not been reported, but it didn’t matter to the joyful dwarrow of Erebor. Twins were rare to their people, and this gift was something that every dwarf wanted to celebrate.

When Kili wasn’t busy tending to his wife and children or seeing to his duties as prince, he worked on a second bead for his beautiful One. Because of his busy schedule, he was grateful to Ori for writing up a rotation for the family to watch over the children as it gave Adamanta a chance to rest and regain her strength between feedings. She was bouncing back fairly quickly after the birth of the children, but all of them could see that she still tired easily.

The king had shifted her work around so she could have the time needed to recover from giving birth, and she was allowed to do very little outside of enjoying the sunshine and spending time with the twins. The hobbit didn’t think she’d ever taken so many naps before, but the twins never ate at the same time and woke her up at odd hours at the night.

Adamanta sighed as she curled up on a bench that was in the shade of her garden. She’d gotten her weeding finished, and the lass was feeling rather tired for some odd reason. Knowing she’d need her energy for later that evening, the hobbit rested her head on her arms and drifted off to sleep.

The first thing she noticed was the deep humming that came from somewhere above her and the feel of the warm grass beneath her. Startled, Adamanta pushed herself into a sitting position and gaped when her eyes fell upon a figure she’d only seen in carvings since regaining the mountain.

The Vala had long dark hair, worn in elegant braids that ended with beautifully carved clasps and beads. She could see flowers etched into the metal and had to bite back a smile since she knew who He wore the beads for. In her mind, it was an incredible sign of the love the Vala had for His wife.

“Hello, Daughter,” He greeted, smiling when she blinked before bowing her head to Him.

“Lord Mahal,” the hobbit whispered, feeling so very stunned. “I didn’t think you would appear in the dreams of a simple hobbit.”

“My wife was the one who spoke to your husband and since what I have to speak to you about is not exactly something that makes Her comfortable, She agreed I could come and speak to you instead of Her,” Mahal answered. “Besides, you are no simple hobbit.”

“That is kind of you to say,” Adamanta told Him.

“I speak the truth, Daughter,” He replied. “You may be one of my wife’s children, but you have the heart and soul of a dwarf in many ways so I also consider you one of mine.”

“I’m honored, Great Father,” she said softly, listening when He began to explain why He had intruded upon her dreams.

“Yavanna and I have devised a plan to help you regain your sense of safety as well as avenge your honor,” the Vala told her. “The one who captured you and the company should have found his end eons ago, but he discovered a way to unnaturally extend his life. His bitterness has poisoned him, and my lady wife is furious that he holds such an anger towards Her children and harmed you.”

“You want revenge on him,” the lass asked, chewing her lower lip. “He came after me before I had the twins. I could’ve lost them in the wild had I not had Belis with me and the timely rescue by the rest of our family. All I know is that he didn’t like the results of what had happened in his mountain cave and wants to see me suffer.”

“He had hoped that you would remain silent and miserable in the knowledge you were bound to Kili through the hobbit traditions; he never realized just how much a dwarf would give or do in order to ensure their One is happy,” Mahal commented, sounding proud of the archer’s actions towards the hobbit lass. “You are happy, living a fulfilling life, and the knave cannot seem to handle that.”

“He wants to change it,” Adamanta said softly. “My lord, I am frightened for my family. They are the reason behind my joy, and he would kill them to take my happiness away. I can’t lose them; I just can’t. They are important to too many people, both here and outside of the mountain. Losing them would cause so much heartbreak and chaos.”

“You won’t,” the Stone Father assured her, taking her hands. “My beautiful wife and I have a plan to put an end to him as well as allow you to regain what he stole from you.”

“What can I do to help,” the small woman asked, eager to protect her loved ones.

“We will remove that which keeps him immortal, but he will not know of it until it is too late. He will attempt to come after you again, and this time he will do it himself. Once he’s caught, you have the right to ask for a trial by combat and I want you to do so,” He instructed her. “This will enable you to choose two people to fight with you as you fight to regain the control and honor you lost in his lair.”

“You want me to fight him? I’m nowhere near the warrior that most of my family are; I would stand a very good chance of losing,” Adamanta squeaked.

“You will not lose, Daughter. You underestimate your determination and how much strength that gives you,” Mahal stated. “And if you choose wisely, you will have two strong fighters beside you to ensure that you regain everything you lost and repay him for what he’s done to other hobbits over the years.

“Their ways of treating their women are despicable to me, but he blames them for something they did not do. The blight that fell upon the area was something the early hobbits could not battle, and the people were asked to go with them when my wife gave the message to leave,” the Vala said softly. “I will not let any more of Yavanna’s children come to harm because of this man. Hardran must be stopped, and you are the one we have chosen to do so.”

“When is he coming? I won’t be ready for fighting for a while,” she asked, feeling so panicked now.

“You have time; we will not allow him to come your way until Yavanna and I are certain you are ready,” the smith soothed her.

“Kili will be so unhappy by this,” Adamanta muttered. “He hates it when I get put into a position where I have to fight, and it’ll be worse because he’s become so very overprotective since the kidnapping. If he finds out about this, he’ll find a way to keep me locked up until he makes sure this Hardran is dead or far away from Erebor.”

“Speaking as a husband, I understand why he’s acting in such a manner but this must be done by you. The others will understand and help him to do the same,” He said to her.

“I hope so,” she said, blinking when He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

“Continue to have faith, Daughter, and all shall be well. Now, it is time for you to wake. You have others you must speak with, and the time for the children’s presentation to Erebor and their people draws near.”

“There’s a lot to be done before the evening comes,” she agreed. “Thank you for protecting my family, Stone Father.”

“I shall continue to watch over them as I shall watch over you, Daughter,” He said, giving her a soft smile.

Adamanta woke up, feeling refreshed and worried. She saw Belis come in with the baby boy and smiled, sitting up so she could take the fussing babe from her sister. A few moments later, the little one was nursing at her breast, hidden from view by a light blue knitted blanket.

“Does something trouble you,” she asked her sister as her nephew enjoyed his meal. “You seem rather distracted.”

“I had a dream,” the hobbit told her, then shared what the dream had been about.

Belis listened to the younger woman’s tale, frowning slightly as she thought about what Mahal had to tell her sister. She had to admit that the plan the two Valar had to come up with was something that would work, but the dwarrowdam knew her brother well. It would take time to convince him, but that could be accounted for when planning to discuss this with the family.

“Do you know who you will ask for the challenge?”

“I’m not entirely sure I know what this challenge entails,” Adamanta admitted, moving her son to the other breast. “I know this means combat, and I can choose two others to fight with me. Lord Mahal didn’t say anything else when He explained it to me.”

“When someone calls for a trial by combat, it means that after having a trial in front of the assembled royal family and citizens of Erebor and before the sentence is passed, the person who has been harmed by the accused can demand to regain what was lost by fighting them. The accused can have two with him or stand alone.”

“If he decides to stand alone, does it mean I’ll have to do the same?”

“No, you won’t have to. From what all of you have told me and what I’ve seen, I doubt he’ll stand alone. He’s a coward who hides behind others instead of fighting on his own,” Belis reassured her.

“Next question is, is this a combat that’s to the death or just until one yields?”

“It’s until someone yields or can’t get back up,” the dwarrowdam assured her. “Once the battle is done, Uncle Thorin will be able to administer justice. The combat is to allow you a chance to regain your honor and take control back. I’ll tell you one thing though, Adamanta. He’ll end up dying that day because none of the dwarves of Erebor would allow him to leave the mountain alive for what he’s done to you.”

“That’s a relief to know,” the hobbit commented, burping her son before cleaning herself and setting her clothing to rights. “I need to ask one more thing, Belis. Would you do me the honor of being one of the ones to fight at my side?”

Belis leaned forward, taking her sister’s free hand and meeting her eyes as she answered the other woman in a fierce tone.

“I would be honored, sister,” she told her. “We’ll start working on getting you back to shape tomorrow since this evening is too busy. I’d suggest you talk to the family tomorrow about what’s going on. Knowing them as I do, the others will help you get back to fighting form.”

“Meaning Dwalin will try to kill me to make sure I won’t be hurt in the arena,” Adamanta groaned, making her sister laugh.

“And me as well since I’m one of your seconds,” the dwarf answered with a grin. “You have an idea who else will stand with you?”

“I’ve a thought on that but will wait to see how things go,” she commented, hearing the bell tolling for the hour and sighed.

“Thorin should be up with the little princess so I can get them ready for this evening,” Adamanta began. “Who has baby watching duty so Kili and I can get ready?”

“Mum and Dwalin,” she grinned. “They won the game so they got the privilege.”

“I still can’t believe that the family is taking to gambling to see who gets to watch the children during the occasions not on the schedule,” the hobbit grumbled, getting up to give her son a bath and dress him in the attire Adara had created for the twins.

Belis giggled, following her sister into the suite and helping her get the little one ready. She took the baby girl from Thorin when he arrived, flashing him a mischievous grin and making him chuckle.

“My nephew is ready, I take it,” he asked his niece.

“Looking adorable in Durin blue,” Belis told her uncle with a giggle. “Adara’s work is just magic, I swear. Adamanta added the embroidery to the outfits, and the twins will pretty much steal the hearts of everyone at the presentation tonight.”

“Of that, I have no doubt,” the king chuckled, kissing his niece’s forehead and leaving so he could ready himself for tonight’s ceremony.

The young dwarrowdam entered her brother’s suite and helped Adamanta bathe and dress the tiny princess. She was right, the twins would steal everyone’s hearts tonight. The little prince was dressed in a tunic and trousers made from a soft fabric Adara had on hand. A tiny sash embroidered with runes set the outfit off, and there were delicate runes along the hems of the sleeves and hem of the tunic for long life, happiness, and love. The little princess was in an adorable dress made of the same Durin blue fabric her brother’s outfit had been crafted from. Like her brother, the same runes adorned the hems of her sleeves and dress.

“They look perfect,” Adamanta said with a soft smile, peering down at the two babies.

“I have to say, you and my brother make some beautiful babies,” Belis admitted, looking over her sister’s shoulder.

“We do,” the hobbit answered, eyes so very tender. “It does make me wonder what the next one will be like.”

The dwarrowdam froze, staring at the younger lass. She couldn’t believe what she’d heard, and the young woman was quick to question her.

“You want more children, Adamanta?”

“I haven’t told Kili yet but yes, I do want to try again in a few years,” the young mother shared. “Once these two are mobile and I know I can handle being pregnant along with raising them, then I’ll go off of the herbs Oin and Emali gave me.”

“My brother will be ecstatic,” Belis said quietly. “He’s always wanted a large family with three children at least, but he’s kept quiet about it because he knows how difficult pregnancy and childbirth can be for a woman.”

“I hated being an only child but was glad for it at times because I was afraid a boy would take my parents’ attention away from me,” Adamanta admitted. “I was so lonely and looking back on it, I don’t think they would have shunned me if they had been blessed with another child. I see the bond you share with Fili and Kili, and I want that for these two.”

The dwarrowdam kissed her sister’s cheek before taking her niece and nephew from her.

“You go bathe and get ready,” Belis instructed, laughing when Holly leaned over the back of her chair to stare at the babies. The cat, who was nearly full grown, had taken to the children rather well and didn’t suffer from lack of attention at all.

Adamanta smiled, petting the cat before heading back to her bedroom. She knew Belis would be leaving as soon as Dwalin and Dis arrived to take charge of the twins.

By the time everyone was ready to head to the temple, she was in a dress identical to the one she’d worn for the coronation, though this one was larger as she couldn’t yet fit into her first one. Adamanta had left her hair down, save for her marriage and familial braids, and had chosen to wear the beautiful braided and chained circlet had Kili had given to her at Solstice. The sapphires gleamed against her hair, and she’d chosen the simple sapphire studs she’d worn during the coronation as well.

“You look lovely, my jewel,” a familiar voice called, making her turn on her seat in front of the small vanity she used.

Kili’s hair had been brushed and his two braids left to flow freely while the rest of the tresses in the front had been tied back with a clasp. He was dressed in Durin blue as well, and she gave him a gentle smile.

“You look very handsome, my Kili,” the hobbit replied, eyes soft as she looked at her husband.

He moved closer to her, cupping her face to give her a lingering kiss. She smiled into it, leaning into his touch.

“Ready for this,” he asked her after the kiss had ended.

“I think so,” Adamanta answered. He’d been teaching her about everything that would happen and felt ready for it.

Kili helped her to her feet, offering his arm which she took, and the pair left the bedroom to find the family waiting for them in the front room.

Thorin held one twin while Dis had the other, and the pair headed out with the family trailing behind them. They found the hallways empty on the way to the temple, and Balin mused quietly that all of the dwarrow of Erebor had already assembled in the temple to wait for them.

The advisor was proven to be correct when the royal family entered the massive chamber to find it was completely full, and Fili gave his brother a grin when he spotted the familiar figure of their cousin and his family.

“Dain made it in time,” he murmured back to Kili, who nodded while the family continued heading to the seats.

Bombur, his family, and the brothers Ri took their seats in the row of comfortable chairs behind the row set for the royals. As they sat down, they watched as Dain introduced his family to Adamanta, who gave them each a warm smile as she welcomed them.

After they were settled, the head priest of Mahal took the stage and welcomed them all, starting with the ritual chants. Once that had finished, the priest and priestess took the twins from the king and his sister.

The babies stayed quiet as a blend of incense was waved over them while the priestess sang a song of welcoming, thanking Mahal for the new lives that had been given to the dwarves of Durin’s Folk. The only disruption was a tiny sneeze from the baby boy, which caused the audience to laugh.

Kili shot his wife a look full of mirth and love, seeing it returned on her own face. He took her hand, holding it as the priests continued with the blessing and dedication of the twins to Mahal and His wife.

When that portion of the ceremony was done, Thorin rose and mounted the platform, nodding when the priests gave a bow to the monarch. He turned and faced the audience, a look of joy on his face and it could be heard in his deep voice.

“Welcome dwarrow of Erebor,” he greeted them. “Today is a day to celebrate the addition of two new members to my family; Princess Adamanta Durinshield went through her battle with strength and grace, and this is an opportunity to pay tribute to her as well as to bestow their names in front of Mahal, Erebor, and our people.”

Kili rose from his seat then and headed towards his uncle. Once he’d mounted the steps, he bowed to the king before going to the priest to take his son from the dwarf. The archer stood in front of the one who had helped to raise him.

“Mother Erebor, dwarrow of Durin’s Folk, today a son joins the Line of Durin,” Thorin began, accepting the baby from Kili. “Prince Kili Dragonsbane, speak the name of your son before Mahal, Erebor, and the dwarves of Durin’s Folk.”

“Before Mahal – our Stone Father, Erebor – our Mother and home, and Durin’s Folk, I present before you and my king the next of our line. This is Frerin, son of Kili, son of Krili, prince of the Line of Durin.”

Thorin froze, and Fili took his mother’s hand when a soft sound was heard from the dwarrowdam. Adamanta shot her a look, hoping that having their deceased brother’s name being used once again would not be an issue. She and Kili had wanted to honor the brother who had lost his life at the battle for Moria, and it had been something they had debated for months before she’d given birth.

It seemed Erebor was enthusiastic as the stone began singing with joy, and the emotion seemed to seep into the dwarrow. Thorin’s voice was emotional, joy mixed with nostalgia, as he spoke to the ones assembled.

“Welcome home, Prince Frerin, son of Kili, son of Krili,” he said to the baby in his arms.

Frerin cooed, eyes opening when he heard Erebor’s song, and a little hand reached out as if to grab onto whatever was making the sound. The action and sound had everyone who heard the coo and saw his reaction chuckle, and the king handed the baby to his nephew.

Kili headed down the steps, handing the baby to his mother before going back up to retrieve his daughter from the priestess. The little one squirmed a bit, giving a soft complaint at being moved from her comfortable spot to another person’s arms. He chuckled softly at her fussy behavior, rocking her for a moment to settle her. Once she’d calmed down, the archer handed the little princess to her uncle.

“Mother Erebor, dwarrow of Durin’s Folk, today a daughter has come to bless the Line of Durin,” the King Under the Mountain began to say while accepting the baby from his nephew. “Prince Kili Dragonsbane, speak the name of your daughter before Mahal, Erebor, and the dwarves of Durin’s Folk.”

“Before Mahal – our Stone Father, Erebor – our Mother and home, and Durin’s Folk, I present before you and my king a daughter to bless our house. Our daughter will be named in the traditions of the children of the wife of our Father so I give to you Iris, daughter of Adamanta Durinshield, daughter of Belladonna, princess of the Line of Durin.”

Erebor’s song grew louder, holding so many happy emotions that the stones nearly vibrated with it, and the hearts of all of the dwarrow echoed the joy of their home.

“Welcome home, Princess Iris, daughter of Adamanta, daughter of Belladonna,” Thorin greeted, watching as the little girl opened brown eyes to give a giggle at the vibrations of the stones she could hear.

“Sounds like the babies have a good stone sense already,” Dain whispered to his cousin, sounding proud as the dwarves chuckled at the merry sound from their new princess.

Kili took Iris, bringing her to his brother before stopping part of the way of steps and offering his hand to his wife. Adamanta rose, heading towards her husband and accepting his hand. He helped her up the steps, taking position at her side as she faced Thorin.

“Though the family has given their thanks,” the king began, watching her closely. “I wish to do so one more time. Frerin and Iris are perfect and amazing, and we cannot thank you enough for the gift you have given us.”

Adamanta gave him a sweet smile, eyes soft as she did so. She knew she didn’t have to answer but did so in her own way by leaning up and placing a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Love them, Uncle Thorin, and promise me that Iris will never grow up believing as I did,” she said, not realizing that her words could be heard.

“I swear by stone and blood, Adamanta Durinshield, that Iris and any other daughter that grows within the halls of Erebor will never be told that they are worthless because they were born female. They will know they are blessings from Mahal and Yavanna,” he said, making her smile wider and kiss his cheek again.

Thorin smiled, nodding to Kili who stepped to his wife’s right side. The king watched as the archer sectioned out another thick lock of hair beside the familial braid and began weaving another braid for her.

Adamanta spotted one bead that was placed near the top of the braid done in silver and sapphire, and she could see their daughter’s name inscribed in runes on the sapphire with iris flowers etched along the silver edges. The second bead went in the middle of the braid, made similar to his sister’s but had Frerin’s name inscribed in the sapphire with knots along the edges. The final bead was mithril and sapphire and brought tears to her eyes when she saw the runes her husband had etched into it. ‘Blessed Warrior of Life’ was written in beautiful script, and she managed to give him a sweet smile before he sank onto a knee in front of her.

“In the gardens of Beorn, I vowed before Mahal, Yavanna, and my family to protect and love you,” Kili said to her. “In front of Mahal, Yavanna, my kin, and people, I swear to you now to love, honor, and protect you and to ensure you understand just how much you and our children mean to me. Thank you, Adamanta, daughter of Belladonna, for the gift of our children.”

The hobbit probably broke tradition by leaning over and kissing him, but she didn’t care. Apparently, the others didn’t either judging from the cheers that filled the room.

Truth was, she was the happiest she had ever been and she swore to herself to make sure there wouldn’t be any threats to her family.

Author’s End Note – I hope everyone enjoyed the chapter. I chose the name and flower Iris because it represents faith, hope, admiration, wisdom, and peace in the flower language. I think that’d be a great way for Kili and Adamanta to show what they want for their lives and their daughter’s life. Hope you enjoyed it; I’m off to edit the next chapter now! ~ Laran
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