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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 – Again, another apology for not updating sooner. Not only did we lose our internet but I had computer problems like you wouldn’t believe. Fortunately, things are in better shape at the moment so I’m posting again! Thanks to all who reviewed because your kind words are utterly amazing! I hope you enjoy this chapter as much.
Disclaimer - I do not own “the Hobbit” nor do I make any money from this story.
Chapter Eight – Providing Common Sense
The next day went well as the company rested up, finished their repairs, and generally caused a bit of mischief. Thorin kept an eye on his youngest nephew, watching as he spent time with the youngest member of the group and wondering just how long Kili would remain oblivious to what was in front of him.
Adamanta had been pleased when someone had sent the clothing in her pack to be washed and she was now outside in the garden, keeping herself busy by mending the tears and weakened hems she had discovered when starting to pack earlier. She knew Thorin would have them leave once the map was read, and she wanted to be ready.
“Hello Miss Baggins,” a cheery voice called, making her look up from her work. She smiled when she spotted Kili and patted the space beside her.
“Hello Master Kili,” she returned, noticing the signs of a very energetic spar on her friend. “Who was it you had to face today in practice?”
“Fili was being a bit too amused by something so I decided to try and get it out of him,” he said, dropping down to sit beside her and gently set the basket he was carrying on the ground next to him. “Unfortunately, I didn’t get too far.”
“You should try a contest for long distance combat,” she advised, knowing he sometimes got frustrated by the knowledge his brother was a bit better than him in close range fighting. Not that Kili wasn’t good, he really was but Fili had a slight advantage as the sword was his chosen weapon. Since the younger brother used the sword only when his first weapon of choice couldn’t be used, he wasn’t as strong in melee as the blond haired brother was.
“That’s a thought,” he admitted, leaning back against the tree trunk. “How are you feeling today?”
“Much better,” Adamanta replied with a relieved note in her voice. “Master Oin and Lord Elrond both looked me over this morning; he’s been using magic to help push the healing along since we should be leaving soon. The binding was removed today, but I’ve been told that I’m not allowed to spar or do anything that’s physically demanding for another week or so. They want to give my ribs a bit more time.”
“That’s wonderful news,” he beamed. “Aching ribs are the worst so I know you have to be happy about their diagnosis.”
“Oh I am,” she smiled back. “I’ve missed the luxury of being able to breathe deeper so I’m enjoying it today.”
“I can only imagine,” the dwarf admitted, opening the basket and pouring them each a mug of sweetened milk. She enjoyed the drink, not being able to get it on the road, and since it was good for her healing bones, Kili had ensured she had plenty of it.
Adamanta took the mug, taking a slow sip from it with a soft sigh. She accepted the plate of cheese, bread, and fruit as well. They had made it their habit to enjoy the midday meal together in the garden, and she enjoyed it a great deal.
“How have you been passing the day,” Kili asked, taking a bite of the bread and cheese.
“I was going through my clothing and found a few tears and weakened hems. I thought I’d get those repaired before we have to set out. I know Master Thorin will be having the map read, which means we’ll be leaving Rivendell fairly soon afterwards.”
“It’s a good idea,” the archer told her. “We’ll be crossing the Misty Mountains after we leave here, and it’ll be cold up there so having clothing that isn’t ripped will be an advantage you’ll need.”
The hobbit lass swallowed her bite and reached for her mug, looking over at her friend.
“I’ve never been in the mountains,” she admitted, feeling both curious and a bit scared at the notion of traveling over a mountain. “What should I expect?”
“Narrow paths for one,” Kili warned. “If we run into foul weather, it will make those paths slippery and incredibly treacherous. Keep an eye on those paths and ensure your feet are placed firmly each time you take a step. Make sure to stay close to one of us so we can help you stay steady, even if it means hanging onto our belts. We’ll keep to your pace so you won’t fall.
“The higher we go, the thinner the air will be and that can be hard for someone who isn’t used to that kind of thing. If you feel dizzy or have a hard time breathing, let someone know. We don’t want anything happening to you,” he told her.
“Sounds a bit frightening,” she admitted, sipping her milk. Adamanta was committing his advice to memory, not wanting to cause a problem during the journey.
“It can be, but just remember what I’ve told you and let someone know if you’re having a hard time,” he said. “You’ll do fine. It’s a bigger mountain range, but Erebor is actually higher or so uncle told me once.”
“We won’t have to climb Erebor, will we?”
“I don’t know,” the archer said with a shrug. “No telling where the hidden door is. We might get lucky and find it near the base of the mountain.”
“Or be unlucky and find it much higher,” she said, taking a bite and chewing thoughtfully. “Let’s just hope the weather holds and we can get through the mountains quickly and safely.”
“Agreed,” he replied, finishing off his meal and sipping at his drink. “I think the hardest part of our journey is going to be getting through Mirkwood.”
“Why do you say that?”
“If we’re lucky, we won’t run into the elves there. The elves of Mirkwood aren’t like the elves here. When Erebor fell, the king of Mirkwood did not offer any help at all. He had an army assembled not far from the mountain but didn’t try to aid the people in regaining their home while the dragon was settling in. The worst part of it was that he did not offer to help with our injured, didn’t offer sanctuary or anything. We lost a lot of people during the time it took to find sanctuary due to untreated injuries, starvation, or exposure.”
“Valar,” she whispered, eyes huge with horror. “No wonder your people mistrust elves so much. I know that Lord Elrond and the Lady Galadriel offer aid when they can to those in need of it so why did the king not do this?”
“I don’t know,” Kili admitted. “Truth is, I’ve heard rumors that my great grandfather allowed his heart to be filled with the love of gold and it reached the point where he insulted Thranduil by not fulfilling his promises.”
“Even so, that’s no excuse for turning your back on people in need,” Adamanta said firmly. “Someone needs to box that elf’s ears for being so heartless.”
The archer chuckled at that, shaking his head with a smile. For some reason, he could picture the hobbit lass scolding the elfin king for his failure to show compassion. It was a thought he would have to share with his family when he saw them later today.
“That would be something I’m sure uncle would love to see,” he told her, making her giggle. “Honestly, I just hope that’s all rumor about my great grandfather and not truth. If it isn’t, then it means the whispers about a curse on our line would be true.”
“What curse,” she asked, finishing her drink and wiping her mouth with a napkin she found in the basket.
“The whispers are that our line is cursed with gold madness,” the dwarf confided, looking troubled.
“This is where the differences between our cultures will make things challenging,” the hobbit told him. “Gold and gems, they’re pretty and they can buy things, but it’s nothing to lose your head over. In the end, it’s just metal and rocks so why would a person become mad over them?”
Kili chuckled at that, grinning at her words. He had a feeling they wouldn’t go too well with other dwarrows and would make things interesting during the journey as well as after their quest was completed.
“Oh you will definitely be an interesting addition to the mountain, Miss Baggins. Dwarves are proud of their work, be it mining or crafting. Sometimes, we can lose sight of it and not want to let it go.”
“Dwarves are proud of their work, but wouldn’t that pride grow if the work is seen by everyone and admired?”
“Yes,” he answered, watching her while waiting for her to finish her thought on the discussion taking place.
“Then it means everything needs to be circulated and shown, not hidden away. You don’t want a room of useless mathoms after all. You circulate it, sell it for food, and then people have those useless mathoms to brag about, which sends people back to the mountain for more unique items to clutter their homes with.”
“Mathoms,” the blond male asked, smiling a bit at her choice of words.
“Dust catchers,” Adamanta said, blushing a bit. “Annoying to keep clean so why have them around? The point is, if you put the importance of gold at the right level in your mind, you won’t have a problem with thinking it to be the most important thing. For your people, gold is a tool that will pay food merchants so your people will have food until farms can produce again. Keep that in mind and I doubt you’ll have a problem with the so-called curse.”
“It’s a good way of thinking, Miss Baggins,” a deep voice interrupted, making both of them jump. Kili cursed softly, wiping up his spilled drink, and they both looked up to see Thorin standing next to them.
“I’m glad you think so, Master Thorin,” she told him, gesturing for him to sit if he wished to.
“Kili is right to be concerned over that curse,” the monarch told her as he sat across from the girl and his nephew. “My grandfather broke his word to our allies several times and nearly lost his life because of the Arkenstone. He was so intent on bringing it with him and tried to go after it when he dropped it in the treasury.”
“Useless mathom,” the lass commented, shaking her head.
“It was known as the Heart of the Mountain and the symbol of the line of Durin’s right to rule,” Thorin said in a mild tone, watching her as she absorbed the knowledge.
“Pardon me for being so frank and possibly disrespectful, Master Thorin, but it’s a useless mathom that had a ridiculous notion attached to it.”
Both Durins paused at that and she went on to explain herself, blushing a bit at her forwardness. Adamanta was grateful they were hearing her out and not calling her a useless ignorant child for her ideas.
“Your family ruled over your people for generations before that rock was found, correct?”
“Yes, either in Erebor or another mountain,” Thorin said, listening to her.
“I’m sure they ruled justly and fairly, showing compassion when needed,” Adamanta replied. “They didn’t need a rock showing they had the right to rule because they proved it every day they sat on the throne. Your people were respected, had a comfortable home, and didn’t go hungry. They flourished, and that’s the sign of a good and just king.”
Both Kili and Thorin nodded, absorbing her words and she continued when the elder dwarf motioned for her to do so.
“I’ll be willing to wager my best sewing needle that the gold madness problem didn’t show up until this stone was found,” she told him. “Where is a heart supposed to be?”
“Within the body,” Kili said, then his eyes widened. “Mahal, do you really think the cause of the curse was due to the stone, Miss Baggins?”
“From what I’ve heard, your people have the ability to sense the stone much like hobbits can sense the earth and all things growing. Master Thorin, how did the mountain feel after Her heart was removed?”
Thorin thought for a moment, dredging up memories from his youth. He remembered feeling the stone humming around him and how it changed once the Arkenstone had been found.
“She felt wrong, hurt almost,” he admitted. “Most of us were so caught up in the beauty of the stone, we never noticed that She was wounded and begging for our attention.”
“The gold madness and maybe even Smaug attacking may have been Mahal’s way of punishing us for not taking care of the mountain who loved and tended to us,” Kili whispered, sounding horrified. “He gave Her to us to shelter us and for us to tend to, and we wound up hurting Her.”
Thorin ran a calloused palm over his face, mind racing with the new information that the hobbit had opened their eyes to.
“Before anything, the moment we go back into the mountain, we need to put the Arkenstone where it belongs and ensure it’s never tampered with again. Somehow, we have to put things right with Erebor and hope that Mahal will bless us again,” he said in a pained voice. “We should have realized things were not right with Her. We have to make sure She is taken care of before we do anything else.”
“We’ll need to do a more formal apology and dedication once the priests arrive with Mum,” Kili said to him. “In the meantime, we need to find the others and tell them what Miss Baggins helped us to see. Maybe they can help us find a means to make amends so that we don’t fall under the curse when we enter the mountain.”
“Possibly even present our knowledge to Mahal before we undertake the next leg of our journey, ask for forgiveness for failing the mountain that He blessed us with, and as we renew our vows, we amend them to promise we will never cause Her harm again. That might help us with succeeding as well as keeping ourselves protected from the gold madness,” Thorin suggested.
“You’re doing the reading tonight, right?”
Thorin nodded and listened to the suggestion from his nephew.
“Let’s talk to them now about what we’ve come to realize and get their ideas as to what we should do for asking Mahal for forgiveness and His blessings. We can set it up while you go with Lord Elrond for the reading and then go through the ceremony when you return.”
“That sounds like a plan,” he said. “I’ll go gather them together while you return the basket. We’ll meet in the courtyard by our quarters.”
Adamanta looked over at Thorin, a questioning expression on her face.
“Should I be there,” she asked, knowing that certain aspects of their society was something they held secret and she didn’t want to intrude.
“Since you helped us discover the problem, I would like for you to be there,” the monarch replied. “This is your future home we are going to be taking back. While you weren’t there when we removed Her heart, you were the one to help us see what we did.”
“I’d like to ask Mahal to bless this journey and help us make the mountain feel better,” she told him, sounding so very sincere. “I don’t know if He’d listen to a hobbit, but I want to try.”
“According to the stories, the creator of your people is the wife of Mahal,” Kili said softly. “I think He’d be willing to listen to you since Yavanna guided uncle and Gandalf to the Shire so you could be free from the horrible ways your people treat their women-folk. I think Mahal and Yavanna brought you to us so we could understand what it was our people had done to the mountain.”
Adamanta froze, staring at him with large eyes and both dwarves had a sinking feeling that a lot had been lost over the years.
“Don’t tell me your people forgot who created them?”
“I think so,” she whispered. “I didn’t know our creator was a female Vala. Oh, She must be so heartbroken by what Her children have become.”
“You’ll be our living reminder,” Thorin promised. “If Mahal and Yavanna grace you with their favor and give you children in the future, you’ll teach them of the Green Lady who gave life to your people and ensure She is not forgotten in our mountain. By Her grace, our people will be able to bring life to the lands around Erebor.”
“Ori knows the stories,” Kili offered. “He might be able to tell you about how Mahal courted Her and how Eru presented Her the song of life to create Her own children as a wedding present.”
“I’d like that,” she said, putting away her sewing as she did so. “Maybe, maybe I can find a way to send the stories back to the Shire and hope that Yavanna can fix the problems they have.”
“We can hope,” he said, giving her a small smile and helping her to her feet. “I’ll meet you and uncle in the courtyard,” the archer promised before heading off.
Thorin picked up the bag and walked beside his ward as they headed back into the buildings.
“I owe you a debt of gratitude, Miss Baggins.”
“No, Master Oakenshield, you don’t,” she replied. “All I did was use a bit of common sense and the problem was revealed. You did most of the work by listening and being open to a solution to the problem. The hardest part will be to follow through and ensure the mountain is healed before anything else is done. You must keep Her needs in mind over your own when you enter your home for the first time.”
He stopped and rested a hand on her shoulder, making her pause and look up at him.
“Thank you for being the voice of reason and common sense,” the King Under the Mountain told his ward. “Never stop providing that please.”
“Just don’t stop listening,” the hobbit told him. “I don’t have a frying pan to get your attention with, and I’m not sure I can lift Bombur’s ladle.”
That brought a loud bout of laughter from the dwarf, and she giggled while he laughed.
“The first thing I will make when we reclaim Erebor is a frying pan so you can use it whenever I stop listening. I expect you to do the same for Fili whenever he succeeds me,” he chuckled.
Author’s End Note – I hope everyone enjoyed the chapter; please let me know what you thought of it! Thanks for reading. ~Laran
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