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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 had to do something different for this scene; the fight sequence would not come to me at all. I spent nearly two weeks fretting and fussing over this chapter before I decided another approach was necessary. I hope it works for you guys since I found myself happy with how it wound up reading. My beta-reader approved of the idea, which I was grateful for, and really helped me since the fight scenes did NOT want to be written. Last chapter for today.

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

Chapter Sixty-Seven – Reclaimed

Kili leaned back in his seat, rocking a fretful Iris as he waited for news about his wife, sister, and mother. He could hear his uncle humming to Frerin, trying to soothe the unhappy infant, and realized the babies somehow knew something wasn’t right.

“They’ll be all right,” Fili reassured his brother, sitting down from where he’d been talking to Ori. “Dwalin said the armor held up and figured that it was damage from the force of impact.”

The archer nodded, knowing his brother was correct. Belis and their mother wore a mixture of mail and small plate armor that Uncle Thorin had crafted for them once Belis had come of age and stopped growing. The armor, maintained by his brother and uncle, had served them well over the years and none of the fine detail work holding their personal seals had shown signs of wear.

Adamanta’s armor had been well made too; he remembered when his family had presented both the armor and clothing for her to wear for today’s events and to protect her against future attacks. Both he and she had been rather pleased with what she’d been given.

Kili had helped her dress for the trial by combat today, feeling reassured with the quality of clothing and equipment she had worn. She had been attired in black trousers that went to her ankles, a style not preferred by hobbits but felt rather comfortable, and had tucked in a cotton shirt of Durin blue into the waistband of the trousers. Over that, Adamanta had worn the mithril shirt Uncle Thorin had given her shortly after reclaiming Erebor. She added a leather vest over the mithril for added support and to hide the shine of the mithril links. The vest was low enough so the beautiful beadwork around the neck of the mithril shirt could be seen but still provide the protection and support needed. A pair of leather vambraces had laced on her wrists, over the sheathed daggers, and a pair of greaves had also laced snugly over her calves, protecting her from a little below the knee to ankle. The outfit was finished off by a wide leather belt where the sheaths for Sting and Biter had been hung, and the belt buckle was engraved with Kili’s personal seal with honeysuckle around it to show this belonged to a child of Yavanna.

All of the leather work had honeysuckles and stars stamped into the hems where the leather had been sewn to keep the edges smooth. All of the leather she wore was a dark shade of brown that was almost black, and it was light enough for the hobbit to move with her normal speed but also provide the much needed protection she required.

The entire family had congratulated the two blacksmiths, who didn’t dabble in leatherwork often, on the items they had crafted for their hobbit. Both Fili and Thorin had been pleased to know they had done their best to protect Adamanta and for the most part, the equipment they had crafted for her had done its job.

“I know,” he finally answered, not wanting his uncle or brother to feel guilty. “Even though hobbits are fairly close to our size, they’re not built like we are and can be hurt a lot more easily even with the best armor on.”

“The lass did a damned good job out there,” Dwalin rumbled. “Once she’s cleared to train again, I think she needs to continue doing so to improve her skills. Mahal only knows if they’ll be needed again.”

As much as Kili wanted to refuse, he knew he couldn’t. Dwarrowdams were just as skilled as their male counterparts, and the archer wanted his beloved wife to have as much training as she could to defend herself. The life of a dwarrow was never completely peaceful, and he couldn’t disrespect her by demanding she remain within the safety of Erebor’s halls if an attack should happen.

“I think she’ll agree,” the youngest son of Dis commented softly, looking up when one of the healers entered the waiting area with the eldest princess beside him.

“Princess Dis is fine, just some bruising where an occasional blow hit in the weaker parts of the armor. She’ll be stiff for a few days, but I can release her to you now. Princess Belis will need to stay overnight; she took a hit to the head and has a concussion.”

Kili winced, remembering how the human his sister had been fighting had somehow managed to hit her hard enough to knock her helm off. Belis had retaliated, axes moving swiftly as she took the man’s leg off before staggering several feet away to fall to her knees. She had won that part of the duel but had left Dis and Adamanta to face Hardran and his other minion in the arena.

“Any word on Adamanta,” Ori asked, watching as Fili guided Dis to a seat on Thorin’s free side.

“Oin is still with her,” the healer replied. “We’ll bring you a report as soon as we can.”

When the healer had left, Kili handed his daughter to Gimli, getting up to pace. While he was relieved his mother and sister were all right, he was incredibly worried for his One.

While Belis had triumphed by removing her opponent’s leg, Dis had fought ferociously with the intent of downing her target swiftly so she could aid her daughter-in-law in her fight against Hardran. The king’s sister had downed her opponent in under ten minutes, taking a few hits that her armor had shielded her from, but the human had not survived the vicious attacks from the twin blades the eldest dwarrowdam wielded. The princess had gutted the human, leaving him to die a slow death on the sands of the arena’s floor.

Adamanta had been holding her own, dealing several injuries while taking a few herself. Kili’s heart had been in his throat the entire time, and his fears did not ease when his mother was finally able to help the hobbit face this particular human. One thing the dwarf had been afraid of was the amount of skill Hardran would possess due to his extreme age, and he’d been right to fear it.

Hardran had been skillfully finding the areas that were vulnerable on the hobbit: thighs, upper arms where the mithril didn’t cover, head, and throat. Adamanta had blocked a few of the blows with either Sting or Biter but had missed a few times and was bleeding from her left thigh and upper right arm where the mithril didn’t cover.

The sight of the blood was enough to nearly push Kili into a battle rage and had he not had his little Iris on his lap, he might have intervened. However, seeing the hobbit was injured had been more than enough to fuel Dis’s determination.

Both the dwarrowdam and hobbit had focused on their opponent, ignoring the horrid words the bastard kept uttering. The dwarrow in the arena with Kili had not taken the slanderous venom well, roaring in anger when Hardran had called the hobbit princess a whore and other disgusting things. The only thing that had kept them in their seats was Adamanta’s need to regain the control that had been taken from her.

Hardran had not been able to find any vital points to hit on the dwarrow princess but had hammered at the weak points near the joints, hoping to weaken the dwarrowdam so he could focus on the hobbit. However, he had not accounted for the pair working together in a fashion that was almost as seamless as when Adamanta and Kili fought side by side.

The two women had worked in tandem, hammering at the horrid human’s weak points while trying to evade the skilled swordsman’s attacks. Both of them had taken quite a few hits before Adamanta’s blade sank into the man’s gut, tearing downwards towards the groin. Dis had caught the hobbit princess when Hadran’s wide blade had hit the small woman’s side in a swing that had been given at full power in a desperate move to try to cause as much damage. The man had known he had lost and had cursed all of them, Valar included, when he realized his immortality had somehow been ended.

Thorin had sentenced the surviving humans to death, carried out by Dwalin and his guards once the three princesses had been escorted out of the arena to Oin’s domain. Adamanta and her chosen warriors had reclaimed her control, and the family as well as the entire population of the kingdom of Erebor were incredibly proud of the trio for what they had done that day – especially the hobbit lass that had won a place in their hearts.

Kili admitted to himself that he was more than proud of his wife; he was amazed by her strength of will to face the one who had forced the pair of them into a situation neither were prepared for. He hoped and prayed their daughter would have her incredible strength and spirit, which was a prayer he often repeated since Iris’s birth. Now though, the prayer running through his mind was for his wife’s health.

He was pulled from his thoughts when the door opened, turning to find Oin standing in the entryway to the healer’s wing. The elderly dwarf held his hand up, stopping the questions before they could be heard.

“Adamanta will be all right in time,” he began. “She had a deep cut to her right arm, which is stitched and bandaged up. The injury to her left thigh will take longer to heal as the cut is incredibly deep; she’ll have to be careful once she’s allowed back on her feet.

“The worst of it came from that last strike; I think the bastard used the flat of his blade considering the area that was hurt. He broke four of her ribs; we’re lucky the bones didn’t puncture her lungs, but the breaks were pretty bad. The lass will be here in the healer’s ward for a while until I’m certain enough time has passed where she can be moved without any danger to her lungs.”

“But she will be all right,” Kili asked, hands clenching into fists as he absorbed Oin’s words.

“Aye, she will be but she’ll be in considerable pain for a while,” the healer advised. “I know she’s still feeding the little ones so she’ll need help to be able to do so without moving too much.”

“If Kili can’t bring Iris and Frerin to her during the twins’ feeding time, Belis, Adara, Emali, or I can bring them to her and help her,” Dis said, leaning against her brother.

“Can I see her,” the archer asked, needing to see his wife.

“Aye but she’ll be asleep,” Oin warned. “I dosed her fairly well since I want her to sleep and hopefully not move. She was in a lot of pain.”

“Go on, Kili, I’ll watch over the twins tonight,” Thorin promised, smiling gently when his sister-son hurried through the door to go to his wife’s side.

Kili rushed through the door, finding the private room where Oin usually kept the royal family so they would not be disturbed by the comings and goings of the other citizens of Erebor. He slipped into the room and found his wife and sister sleeping. Their equipment had been set onto a small table, and both of them were dressed in a simple nightshirt kept for patients.

The archer breathed a sigh of relief, sinking onto a chair beside Adamanta’s bed and taking her hand as he did so. She was sleeping peacefully, no sign of any pain, and the prince closed his eyes for a moment.

“Lord Mahal, Lady Yavanna, thank you for giving her this chance to reclaim what was taken from her and most especially for protecting her,” he murmured, knowing Hardran could have killed her had Dis and Belis not been there.

Though his wife would have a lot of healing to do in regards to the injuries she had taken, Kili knew that the emotional and spiritual wounds dealt by Hardran that fateful day were now able to heal without scarring.

He leaned over, kissing her softly and whispering in her ear.

“Rest now, my jewel. Dream of sunshine and love,” he murmured to her. “No more shadows from this day forward, I promise. You vanquished them, my little warrior, and I am so proud of you.”

Author’s End Note - Last chapter for today. The final ones will be posted tomorrow. Please let me know what you thought of this chapter! ~ Laran
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