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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 – Hope you continue to enjoy the updates!

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

Chapter Sixty-one – Family Discussion

Despite the blissfully happy night the family had passed after the presentation of the twins, Adamanta carried out her determination to share the contents of the dream with her loved ones. Before everyone had parted ways for the night, she’d asked if they would be willing to have breakfast together as she had something important to speak with them about and Thorin volunteered his suite for their use.

So that morning, she got up early to tend to Iris and Frerin and make a dish of eggs to take to the breakfast. Kili grabbed the bowl and Frerin, walking beside his wife as they headed to Thorin’s rooms.

Breakfast was enjoyed by all and once the food was eaten, the children were sent to play in the family room of Thorin’s suite. The king kept a toy chest in there for when the family was over, and this would keep them out of the way while the adults spoke.

“What is it you wanted to speak about,” the monarch asked his niece, hiding a laugh when Balin managed to snitch Frerin out of Dwalin’s arms.

“Do you remember Kili telling us about the dream he had where he spoke to Lady Yavanna,” she asked, feeding Iris and keeping her modesty protected with the adorable pink and white blanket Ori had knitted.

“Aye, I remember it,” Dwalin said, pouting at his brother for a moment before turning his eyes to Adamanta. “What about it?”

“I had one yesterday before the presentation,” the hobbit answered, then began to share the details of the dream she’d had and the conversation with Mahal.

Once she had finished, the family was very quiet as they processed what they’d been told by the young mother and Fili was the one who broke his silence.

“I see where He is coming from and while I know it’s a good opportunity for you to reclaim the control he took from you, how does Mahal expect you to go up against someone who has been alive for so long?”

“I wouldn’t be doing it alone,” Adamanta said quietly. “I don’t want to fight, Fili, but what happens if he catches another hobbit lass and this time, she might not have such a wonderful family to help her find herself again. She might not have a Kili of her own to give her back the choices stolen from her. What happens to her then?”

“What if it happens to Iris,” Dis spoke up, taking her granddaughter from her daughter in law once the baby had finished nursing. She continued talking as she burped the baby. “Iris is half-hobbit, and this Hardran could very easily take his anger out on her. Would you have Adamanta sit by and do nothing until her daughter is old enough to be given the same treatment by this man?”

“There’s something else to consider,” Meira broke her silence, setting her tea cup down to look at her cousins. “After the fall of Erebor, how many times have the women of Durin’s Folk been placed in danger? There were four who settled with us in the Iron Hills to wait until their home was restored, and I had to work with all of them because of the assaults they had suffered.”

“One took her own life,” Dain’s son, Thorin, interjected. “It left her family devastated. I think we were watching over them for well over several decades before they healed enough to move past the risk of taking their own lives to follow her.”

Thorin winced at his words and remembered that report. He’d sent what funds he could to Dain to help support that family until they’d recovered enough to be able to work again. The dwarrowdam had been the daughter of his mother’s friend, and he’d been furious that there had been little to do to help her.

“What are your thoughts on this,” he asked Adamanta, watching her carefully.

“I am not a warrior by nature,” the hobbit said quietly. “I can fight thanks to my family, and the skills have enabled me to protect my loved ones. I am not one to look for a fight, but I truly believe I must do this. Word of what happened to me will emerge during the trial, and I’m not afraid of that. What I want is for all of the dwarrowdams – young and old – as well as the human females around us to know that we have the choice and the right to fight for our own honor and to regain our control.

“Even if I lost the battle, I would still be a message to any woman who has been assaulted to any degree that they still have their dignity and control. That it’s acceptable to fight and show their strength, and Mahal would support them every time.”

“Have you thought of who your seconds would be,” Bofur asked, amazed by the quiet strength of their hobbit.

“Belis has accepted to be one of them,” Adamanta answered, looking to Dis. “I had hoped that you would do me the honor of standing with us, Mother.”

Dis’s eyes, very much like her brother’s, burned with anticipation as she answered her son’s wife. In choosing women to stand with her, Adamanta was holding true to her words. The women of the royal family were going to prove that all women could find justice and a means of regaining what had been lost.

“I would be honored, daughter,” she told her.

All eyes turned to Kili when the archer set his tea cup down with a great deal of care, not looking at his wife as he asked the question on his mind.

“You are determined to do this,” he asked in a voice that was incredibly quiet.

“I am,” Adamanta told him, hoping he wasn’t angry with her. It was rare to see her husband so still like this, and it worried her.

Brown eyes turned towards her, burning with emotions she wasn’t sure she could decipher. It worried her to not be able to read his mood, and the hobbit hoped he would support her in this.

“Then promise me you will do everything we ask you to do,” he said to his wife. “I have no doubt that Dwalin, Fili, and Uncle Thorin will work with me to ensure you are back to fighting form and teach you more of what you need to succeed. Work hard because I will not see you hurt by this bastard again.”

“I promise, my Kili,” she said, realizing what it was she was seeing in his eyes. It was pride. Her husband was proud of her as well as worried, but pride and love were the two emotions burning stronger than the others.

“Uncle Thorin, Fili, while I know Mother and Belis have their armor in pristine condition, all Adamanta has is the mithril shirt you gave her. If you two have free time, can you come up with something light enough for her that will allow her to move while still protecting her?”

“I think we can take care of that after breakfast, Fili?”

“I think you’re right, uncle,” the blond haired heir answered. “I’m volunteering myself as one of your tutors and sparring partners too, Adamanta.”

That started a round of volunteering from the family, and Adamanta knew all of them would do all they could to ensure she did her best during the fight. She gave them a smile, feeling happy by the signs of belief they were all giving her, and mentally promised to do her best every day.

Kili reached out, taking her hand as he leaned in to kiss her. Once it ended, he murmured softly in her ear.

“I am proud of you, my jewel, but I am worried.”

“That’s part of loving someone,” the hobbit answered, fingers of her free hand sinking into his hair. “I am going to do my best to learn everything I can from all of you.”

“You’d better because I don’t want you hurt, Adamanta. I wish I could be the one to stand beside you, but I understand why I’m not,” he said softly. “I want to see you regain the control you lost that day on your own terms.”

“You gave me back my choice, Kili,” she whispered, sounding horrified by the thought that he might still believe she regretted what had been given back to her.

“Your choice, yes, my love, but not your control or your honor. That is something only you can do, and I will see to it that you have everything you need to take back what is rightfully yours,” the archer replied.

Adamanta pressed a loving kiss to his lips, grateful he understood. She’d been so terribly afraid he would be upset by all of this and to know he supported her was the one of the greatest gifts she could have been given.

“Right, Adamanta, fetch your equipment,” Thorin said, setting his napkin down. “Fili and I will wait for you in the garden and then take you down to the forges to get you measured out for new gear. Adara, I think she’ll need something to practice in so if you have time later?”

“Of course, Thorin,” the seamstress answered. “Dori, will you be available to help?”

“I will be,” the silver haired dwarf answered. “She’ll need this done fairly quickly. While she fights well in skirts, I think it’d be best to make sure she has nothing to trip over or be used against her.”

The hobbit sighed, smiling as Ori took the twins since it was his turn to watch over them, and she climbed to her feet to head back to her suite. Once in the rooms she shared with her family, Adamanta set the bowl into the sink to be washed later before retrieving her belt with Sting and Biter as well as her mithril shirt. As was her habit, she already had her daggers strapped to her forearms beneath her dress as well as one of the bladed ornaments in her hair. The young woman did remember the ornament she’d worn during her captivity and brought it with her.

With everything in hand, the hobbit emerged out into her garden, breathing in the scent of soil and growing plants. She could see Fili murmuring to Thorin and headed towards them, glad they were willing to donate time to her so she could have what was needed to protect herself.

The three of them went down to the forge area where Fili and Thorin had claimed a work space of their own, and the king checked to ensure that Sting and Biter were still in good shape.

“Blades have a very sharp edge,” he told his niece, chuckling at the smile she gave.

“Kili and I often spend part of our evenings cleaning and sharpening our weapons,” Adamanta replied. “He recently taught me to care for the smaller ones that are in the hair ornaments. I was going to ask if one of you had time to repair this one.”

Fili took the ornament in question, pulling the small blade from its hidden sheath and frowned.

“Mahal, the blade took some damage,” he observed, holding the blade closer to the light. “What happened to it?”

“Belis used it to pick the locks on the cuffs we were forced to wear,” the hobbit answered. “It’s still useable for fighting, but there’s no way I can realign it or ease out the nicks in the blade. Kili said to give it to one of you in hopes that the damage can be repaired.”

“I can certainly fix it,” her brother promised, laying it and the sheath onto his work bench. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to copy the design for some of these for Adara, Emali, Mum, and Belis. This one came in handy, and most people wouldn’t expect it.”

“Only if you can make two more please,” Adamanta added. “Given their positions, Sigrid and Tilda would be wise to have something like this on them at all times as well. Especially since Sigrid is nearing the time where she will begin to attract attention from other males.”

“Wise idea,” Thorin commented. “We’ll do that for the girls as a coronation present; I know we’ll need gifts for Bard and Bain too. At least we have time to plan for that event since there has not been a date chosen for that yet. As to your equipment, the sheaths for Biter and Sting are in good condition, but you need a better belt.”

“That one was my mother’s,” the princess admitted softly. “I know it wasn’t really meant to carry weapons on, but it was the best she had.”

“It served its purpose, but it’s past time we got you outfitted properly. Fili, do you have paper and something to write this down with,” he asked his nephew, nodding when the blond dwarf held up the items in question.

Adamanta was led to a chair and helped to stand on it, staying still as Thorin walked around her a few times, frowning to himself.

“I know hobbits rarely wear shoes,” the monarch began, thinking of what his niece would need for any future armed conflicts. “Would you object to wearing a pair of greaves?”

At the look of confusion on her face, the younger dwarf was quick to explain, remembering she hadn’t been around armor that much.

“It’s a form of armor that goes around your shins for protection,” Fili supplied.

“I wouldn’t object to it as long as it’s not heavy,” Adamanta answered now that she knew what her uncle was talking about. “The mithril shirt is perfect because it’s so light. I’d rather not have anything that would weigh me down.”

“We wouldn’t give you anything solid metal,” Thorin replied. “One of your best assets as a fighter is your speed and ability to go unheard. The last thing we need is to hinder those talents.”

“All right then, greaves it is,” she said, giving a bit of a lopsided smile as she tried to say the unfamiliar word.

The dark haired dwarf chuckled, knowing the word was a bit muddled in khuzdul, and was proud of her for trying to learn. Thorin made a quick measurement of her height before starting with what would be needed so they could make the greaves. He measured around her ankles, then from ankle to under her knee, and then called out the diameter at certain areas around her calves.

“Right then, belt,” he said, having her don her normal one with Sting and Biter on it.

The hobbit was proud it fit now, but she knew she was still heavier than she had been before she’d gotten married. Fili just shot her a grin, picking up on her thoughts when she’d made a slight face when Thorin had measured around her waist where the new belt would rest.

“Don’t worry, little sister. We’ll make sure it’s adjustable so it won’t be too big as you lose the baby weight,” he commented, grinning when she growled at him.

“The belt needs to be wider to hold the weight of the blades better,” the elder blacksmith stated, throwing a graphite pencil at his nephew for teasing their hobbit. “A sturdier buckle wouldn’t go amiss either.”

Fili nodded after catching the pencil, making notes as he did so.

“With the mithril shirt, should we worry about a form of protection around her middle?”

“I have an idea for that,” Thorin answered his sister son, moving on to taking measurements of Adamanta’s hands from elbow to wrist.

“Bracers,” she asked, blinking when he shook his head.

“Vambraces,” he answered. “Bracers are slightly different and mostly used by archers. Don’t worry, you’ll learn all of this soon enough.”

“It’s confusing,” Adamanta admitted, smiling when she heard her uncle laugh.

“Fili had fun learning all of these terms when it came time for him to learn how to smith armor during his younger years as an apprentice,” Thorin said with a laugh. “There’s a lot of different terms for certain pieces of armor.”

“Mahal, yes. I thought uncle would smack me over the head with a hammer each time I kept getting confused,” the blond dwarf said, rubbing the back of his head with his hand.

“You were enough to push any sane dwarf into losing his temper,” he told his nephew, eyes alight with mischief. “Still are actually.”

“Well, if Frerin or Iris find your craft to be their calling, I expect you two to be patient and no hitting them over the head with something. They might not have the thick skulls from their dwarven family,” Adamanta replied, being patient as Thorin took a final set of measurements.

Her words made the two freeze, and she wondered if she’d said something wrong.

“You would allow one of us to apprentice them if they find themselves called to this craft,” Thorin asked.

“Both of you actually,” the hobbit answered. “As king and crown prince, I know your schedules are busy so both of you working with whichever twin that wants to become a blacksmith would be perfect.”

“Just when I think I have uncovered all there is to know about you, niece, I find there is still more I do not know,” the king said softly. “You continue to surprise me.”

“I hope I always will,” she replied with a gentle smile, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “Now, are we done? I imagine Dori and Adara will be wanting to take measurements next.”

“You are,” Thorin answered, lifting her down off of the chair. “If you see Ori, send him to me please? I need him for a few things.”

“Will you be down here for a while,” she asked, ensuring her blades were strapped properly around her wrist as Thorin had been wiggling them around somewhat during measurements.

“I will be,” he replied, handing her the belt. “I’d like to borrow your mithril for a while, if that’s all right?”

“That’s fine,” Adamanta replied, giving both of them a hug before hurrying out to find Ori while heading towards Adara’s suite.

There was a lot to be done, and the hobbit was so very grateful that her family was not only supportive in her goal of facing Hardran but also willing to do what was needed so she would be successful in that battle. She was willing to work as hard as possible, not wanting to disappoint her family as well as the people who had been in situations similar if not worse to what she had faced.

Author’s End Note – She’s got her family helping her face her upcoming challenge, and that’s a really good thing! Time to edit another while all of you enjoy this. ~ Laran
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