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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 – Originally, I had planned for this to be the last chapter but two amazing reviewers on fanfiction dot net nudged the plot wombat one more time. It’s because of ExperimentalNotion and Netiri Vi Britannia that this little mini-wombat found a home in this story. Thank you both for helping to inspire this particular portion of the tale! A lot of you were curious about a certain topic during the last batch of updates so here is your answer.

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

Chapter Sixty-Eight – Issues With Hobbits

Time passed, and Adamanta healed from the injuries she had been given during the trial by combat. Her smiles and laughter were easily given now, and Kili noted that her sleep was no longer haunted by the occasional nightmare. The confrontation and knowledge that the vile being was gone had eased the lingering fear she had been hiding, and he was pleased to see the results of it.

The archer was humming to himself, listening to Iris and Frerin babble in their cradle while he read through a report Thorin had passed to him after breakfast. His uncle had commented on the change in their hobbit, and it seemed he hadn’t been the only one to notice it. The whole family was happy to see her without that shadow haunting her, and he’d commented to the older dwarf that he felt the Valar were blessing not only the family but Erebor. One only had to look at Adamanta to see proof of it because of everything she had done.

He was drawn from his thoughts when his wife came through the door that joined his office to hers. She was frowning, looking at a document in her hand.

“Adamanta, is everything all right?”

“Gandalf just arrived with a letter from my grandmother,” she said softly, looking up at her husband.

“Should I get the others,” Kili asked, realizing something was truly wrong and the opinions of the family would be needed.

“I think that’s a good idea, love,” the hobbit agreed, sinking into a chair.

He hurried out of his office, finding Thorin in Dis’s office with Fili and Belis. They looked over at him, noticing the serious expression on his face, and quickly followed him into his own office where the hobbit was waiting.

“What is it, Adamanta,” Thorin asked once everyone had found a seat.

“Gandalf arrived with a letter from my grandmother,” she began, setting the letter on her lap and looking up at her family. “As you know, Ori and I worked with the other scribes writing up multiple copies of the story of Lady Yavanna’s courtship with Lord Mahal, their wedding, and how the hobbits were created as a gift for Her for their wedding.”

“I remember,” Fili commented. “All of you were working on it for a while since writing was one of the few things Oin allowed you to do while your ribs were healing. Did the copies make it to the Shire all right?”

“Yes, they did,” Adamanta answered. “Grandmother managed to distribute the copies to the women of different families in the Shire, but that only lasted a short while.”

“What happened,” Belis asked.

“One of the elders of the Baggins family found the story and alerted the elders of the other families of what was being spread,” she told them, looking unhappy. “They’re now pushing to no longer allow women the right to learn to read in case something like this happens again. All of the copies were gathered up and burned.”

“I seriously thought the men of the Shire could sink no lower but obviously, I was wrong,” Dis growled, looking furious.

“I agree,” the hobbit shared. “Grandmother and a few of the other women memorized the story; they’re sharing it as often as they can during parties, visits during tea, or even sewing circles. She said the younger girls are starting to question why they’re being treated so poorly when the one who made our people is a woman.”

“I can see where this is going,” Thorin commented. “One or more of the menfolk must have heard what the women are doing and are trying to crack down on it.”

“Unfortunately, you’re right,” Adamanta said, brushing hair out of her face. “Grandmother has said that she’s worried for what it means for the women of the Shire because the menfolk are now banning sewing circles and ensuring there is a man present during parties and visitations. She’s hoping I’ll have some form of advice or answer for her.”

“Mahal, she’s not asking for much, is she,” Belis asked, eyes wide. “Shouldn’t they be figuring this out?”

“It took both of my parents to find a way to get me out of the Shire,” she told her sister-in-law. “Even then, I had to have Gandalf and Uncle Thorin to provide the means of escape. I wouldn’t have been able to do it on my own, not back then. I knew I wanted something more, but I didn’t know how to get it. Uncle Thorin, Gandalf, and the Company pushed me in the right ways so I could start growing as a person and break out of the shell the Shire had put me in.”

“You know, it’s a shame we can’t just have your grandmother spread the word for any woman wanting to leave to be ready by a certain day and just send a few squads of soldiers to bring them here,” Fili commented, blinking when all of them stared at him. “What?”

“That actually isn’t a bad idea,” Dis commented. “The only problem would be if the Thain of the Shire lodged a complaint with the rangers. Word will spread about what we did and could cause a lot of political problems.”

“Gandalf might be able to help with that,” Kili pointed out. “We also have a friendship with Lord Elrond; we could inform him of what’s going on. He would be able to help us with the fallout of such an action.”

“What would we do with them once they’re here? Provided we aren’t marched on by another kingdom hoping to avenge the Shire,” Thorin asked.

“We find dwarrowdams to foster them,” Belis pointed out. “Any hobbit lass under the age of majority will be fostered to a couple until she finds her craft or finishes a courtship. Older women can be partnered with a dwarrowdam to help encourage them to find their own strengths.”

“Do you think it’ll work,” Adamanta asked, unsure of whether or not the people of Erebor would be willing to do such a thing.

“You are well loved by the dwarrow here,” Fili commented. “All it will take is a few whispers about how women are treated in the Shire, and everyone will be volunteering to help the new arrivals acclimate themselves here. If there is one thing every dwarf knows is that a woman is to be treated as the treasure she is – with respect and kindness. The fact that women are treated as breeders and have no rights at all will ensure that our people will do all they can to help the new hobbits to value themselves properly.”

“Especially since Lady Yavanna has blessed the mountain as She has,” Kili agreed. “I’ve heard a lot of people referring to Her more these days than I used to back in Ered Luin. Our people will want to help the children of our Father’s wife as She has done so much for us.”

“Before we even move further and start planning this, we should bring Tharkûn into this meeting and share what’s going on. I’d like to see what his thoughts on this are,” Thorin stated.

Adamanta got up, going into the hallway and sending a dwarf to retrieve the wizard. Gandalf entered Kili’s office a short while later, smile disappearing at the serious expressions on their faces.

“What’s happened?”

“The letter from Adamanta’s grandmother carried potentially ill news,” the king began. “We have an idea as to how to help, but we’d like your thoughts on the matter.”

Once Gandalf nodded, Thorin explained what Adamanta had told them and then shared Fili’s idea, stating the points they had come up with in regards as to what to do with the women once they arrived in Erebor.

“It’s a good plan,” the Istar told them. “I am willing to carry a message to Lord Elrond and explain everything to him. Adamanta, I suggest writing your grandmother and getting a general idea of how many women wish to make their escape. If things go well, I can have Lord Elrond contribute a few of his warriors and perhaps some of the Dúnedain to escort the lasses to Rivendell. They can winter there and wait for your squads to arrive when spring comes.

“I do have a suggestion to make first,” Gandalf continued. “Someone needs to present this to Lady Yavanna in prayer and gain Her approval of this. We won’t get very far if She doesn’t agree with this plan.”

Thorin frowned a moment, thinking about everything before rising to his feet. The wizard was right; they would need approval from the Valar for this plan to be successful. He had seen how worried Adamanta had been the night they had first met, and the details of how hobbits treated their womenfolk were spoken of quite often since he and Tharkûn had taken the lass under their protection.

“Go ahead and speak to Lord Elrond, Tharkûn. I will send a raven if permission to do this is granted. Adamanta, go ahead and write your grandmother about this. Find out if she thinks someone might take us up on an offer of sanctuary and if so, how many we might be able to expect. We’ll have a raven take it if Lady Yavanna blesses this.”

The king hurried to the door, calling back at his family as he did so.

“If I’m needed, I’ll be in the temple.”

Thorin made his way to the temple, nodding and occasionally waving as he was greeted by his people. It was wonderful seeing them looking happy and fulfilled as they went about their tasks, storing away the food that had been harvested and readying the mountain for winter since autumn was now upon them. Their joy had gone a long way to easing the pain of failing them for so long; he would never stop worrying about them but now, he had an additional worry for the race of people that were siblings to his own people. There was nothing he could or would do for the males of this race, but the female siblings would come under his protection if the Valië gave Her permission to enact their plan.

The monarch closed the doors of the temple behind him, approaching the altar. With a steady hand, he lit the incense that was stored near the burners and then sank onto a seat. Blue eyes focused on the two statues of the Valar that were parents to his race and to the hobbits.

“I’ve never been one for prayer,” he said quietly, wincing as his voice echoed in the cavernous room. “But I’m facing a situation where I can do something good for someone other than my people. The hobbits are killing themselves with their attitudes towards their womenfolk, and it both saddens and infuriates me to know they aren’t treasuring the ones who grant life to their society.

“There’s a chance I can help the ones who want out, to be able to live and make their own choices. I was able to help grant that for Adamanta and want to help the others. The consequences could be far reaching and possibly even catastrophic.”

Thorin rubbed his face with a calloused hand, trying to gather his thoughts. A new voice made him look up before he slipped out of his seat and fell onto his knees, head bowed in reverence for the two in front of him.

The scent of honeysuckle surrounded him as a pair of gentle hands lifted his head, allowing him to see the Valië.

“My son,” she said, lightly caressing his brow. “My husband has forged a strong and kind soul in you, and I am so very happy that your compassion extends to my children.”

“Females are so few amongst dwarrow, which means bairns are even rarer,” he said quietly, thinking of his infant niece and nephew as well as the baby girl Emali had recently given birth to. “It angers me to know another race would treat their women in such a manner; they are the reason every race has a future.”

“Indeed,” Mahal agreed, moving to sit on the edge of the dais. “We have heard Fili’s idea and are providing our blessing to this, Thorin. I will guarantee that there will be no repercussions for your people.”

“Doing this will mean freedom for the women of my children but also bring something to your people as well,” Yavanna said softly. “My husband, for all of his talents, forgot about something very important regarding His children. Fertility is difficult for dwarrow, and I will continue to lay my blessing on your dwarrowdams. However, your people will have help from my children as well.”

“I’m afraid I don’t understand, my lady,” Thorin told her, looking a tad bewildered.

“The blood of the dwarrow runs fierce, remaining dominant in the rare offspring of mixed marriages. There is one particular trait that will now follow the line of Durin due to Adamanta’s marriage with Kili; fertility is a dominant trait for hobbits and no matter how strong dwarven blood will be in the little ones’ veins, they will be incredibly fertile as will their descendants.”

“Are you saying that dwarrow marrying hobbits could help ensure our race’s future,” he asked, grabbing onto hope as he did so.

“Indeed, even if a half-hobbit marries a dwarf and their children wed dwarrow, the continued offspring of that line will never lose the fertility granted by the hobbit ancestor,” Yavanna assured him. “This blessing will remain as long as your people do not lose faith in their Father and Mother.”

“This will save my people,” the king rasped, voice full of gratitude. “But what will happen to the hobbits who do not leave the Shire?”

“I will continue to touch the hearts of the women who remain in hopes of helping their daughters escape from the bonds they are tied to,” the Valië told him. “Over the years, some of the women will send their sons to be raised here in Erebor so they can learn what their fathers have refused to. Some of them will remain here; those will marry other hobbits or dwarrowdams and eventually, a home for them will be found here in Rhovanion outside of this mountain. The others will return to the Shire to make their homes there, teaching their sons and daughters the truth.

“It will take several generations before this will happen, but Vairë is certain that my children will return to me and treat their women kindly as equals.”

“I will touch the dreams of my priests and priestesses to let them know that this plan and the intermarrying has been approved by me. The other Valar will do the same for the other races so that none will accuse you of kidnapping,” Mahal told the king. “Erebor will lead by example.”

“I will do my best to help the hobbits, our siblings,” Thorin promised. “You brought Adamanta into our lives, and she helped us in so many ways. I am grateful for her presence in my life and the lives of my family. I want to repay that happiness by aiding those who wish to leave the Shire and help them learn their true value.”

“You have our blessing, son,” the Vala said with a smile, watching as His wife pressed a gentle to kiss to the king’s brow.

Thorin closed his eyes, bowing his head once more. Within a few moments, the powerful presence of the two Valar disappeared and the dwarf rose to his feet. There was a lot to get done; plans needed to be made and refined before the first of the immigrants from the Shire arrived in the spring.

Autumn and winter had passed swiftly with ravens being sent back and forth from Rivendell to Erebor, plans being made for the escort of the hobbits who wished to make the mountain their new home. Adamanta had been stunned when Lord Elrond had sent a missive with the census of the immigrants who were now wintering in Imladris.

Sixty women had bravely left the Shire with the heavy clothing and essentials needed for the journey from their former home to the valley of the elves. All of the women were either just on the cusp of coming of age or had just come of age and had wanted to flee before being sent to the bed of someone they had not chosen for themselves.

What had surprised all of them, Elrond included, was how many fauntlings and babies had accompanied the lasses. Twenty infant males and thirty little girls had been sent away from their homes in hopes of them growing up to understand that life was meant to be lived in equality. The mothers, bound in matrimony, could not leave but had sent their little ones away.

The acts of courage from these women, giving up their dearest treasure, humbled everyone – dwarf, hobbit, Istar, and elf alike. No one had expected this, and it only reinforced the desire to ensure that the hobbits coming to Erebor would be taught and nurtured in the correct way.

Both Elrond and Thorin agreed to do this every year until there were no more who wished to leave the Shire, and Adamanta had sent word of this to her grandmother, telling her she would send word of when and where the escorts would be waiting each year. The elderly hobbit matron had written back, stating that she would ensure that her daughters would make sure the word would be spread. Mirabella and Donnamira would take up where their mother left off should the elderly woman pass onto Mandos’s Halls.

When Thorin announced the plan to his people, telling them of their Father and Mother’s approval, there was a massive outcry of support after word got out regarding how women were treated in the Shire. Couples signed up to foster or even adopt a child while dwarrowdams stepped forward to take an adult hobbit under their wing to help them embrace their new lives as well as encourage them to find their own courage.

Dis, Belis, Adamanta, and Ori were the ones who screened the applicants, setting up small files so they could keep track of the ones who wanted to help. All of them were grateful for the support, especially Adamanta. The hobbit had been overwhelmed by the amount of people who came up to her, stating how proud they were of her for realizing her own self-worth and fighting for what made her happy.

When she expressed her embarrassment to her family, all of them were happy to remind her that they were just as proud of her for her progress. Adamanta had value to them, and everyone deserved to know just how much they were loved and appreciated.

The young woman finally gave up protesting, knowing that their admiration and pride for her unlearning what the Shire had taught her as well as fighting to come into her own would not cease. Instead, she vowed to herself that her success story would be repeated in the lives of those coming to Erebor.

Author’s End Note - The end goal I had for this project was three-fold: ensuring the fertility of the dwarrows with a bit of help from the hobbits, eventually creating two hobbit territories (Erebor and the Shire), and having the male hobbits who were raised correctly to return (in several generations) and teach the elders and youngsters just how to treasure the women of their society. As far as the genetic issues, I sort of hinted at that when describing Frerin and Iris when they were born. There were hints of their hobbit heritage but held a lot of dwarven features. Yavanna did this, keeping the fertility strength as dominant , so that the dwarrow would eventually have the fertility bred into their line. I hope I was able to answer all the questions and solve the problem in a way that satisfied everyone. One last chapter to go. ~ Laran
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