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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 was so happy to see the response to the last chapter. I hope this one gets the same great response. I love how all of you are enjoying the story so much. So here’s hoping that I can continue to deliver.
Disclaimer – I do not own “the Hobbit” nor do I make any money from this story. All I can lay claim to is the plot wombat that’s currently chewing on my ankle.
Chapter Nine – Crafting Talk
The reaction to Thorin’s news about the possible cause of the curse on the Durin Line as well as the invasion of the dragon had been rather explosive and noisy. No one had an argument against what he’d told them, and those who were old enough to remember thought back and realized that the mountain had sickened after the Arkenstone had been found and mined. All of the older ones were heartsick at what they had ignored, and it devastated the entire company.
Bifur was the one who had confirmed the king’s news, and his cousin translated while the dwarf spoke his reply to the information.
“It is certainly cause enough for our creator to act against us for the crime of injuring our home and not hearing Her cries for help. The best thing to do would be to hide the stone within Her in a place where it can never be found. Once Her heart is returned, She should begin to heal and become strong once again. Our father should forgive us once that is done.”
“There are a few places where we could do that before the caravans arrive,” Balin said, contemplating what needed to be done to make amends. “We return Her heart and ask for forgiveness, then do not speak of where the stone was put. The secret has to die with us because this horrid act can never happen again.”
“I’ll have the priests of Mahal also do a formal ritual for healing of our home,” Thorin advised. “I think it needs to be done before we send the souls of our lost brothers and sisters back to the Stone where we were once carved. Otherwise, we’re inviting disaster and I will not have this curse looming over our heads. More importantly, we owe it to Erebor to ease the pain She is in. As Miss Baggins told me earlier, we need to keep Erebor’s needs in mind when we enter our home and not think of our own. Her needs outweigh ours.”
The group unanimously agreed with him and were very eager to have the ritual to ask Mahal for forgiveness and guidance for the rest of their trip. It was important to them to continue this journey on the right foot. When Kili had spoken of Adamanta’s wish to partake in the ritual, the group had been enthusiastic in their approval.
By the time Thorin and Balin had left to have the map read, the company began preparing for the ritual and the hobbit slipped out to the gardens to make her own little offering for this special rite. It was something that had entered her mind, and she felt that this would be the right thing to do for the upcoming ceremony.
Kili followed her outside and spotted her while she was picking flowers. He could hear her singing as she worked, choosing each blossom carefully.
“What are you doing, Miss Baggins?”
“Something Papa taught me,” she told him. “Flowers are a silent way of communicating, and each flower represents a thought, feeling, or wish. I thought I would make three crowns for the ritual tonight: one for Mahal, one for Yavanna, and one for the mountain.”
“I don’t know anything about flowers,” the archer admitted, touched by her wish to add something to the ritual. “But I would like to help if I can.”
“I’d love to have your help,” the lass answered him with a smile. “I’m gathering the flowers first, one crown at a time. After I have enough for all three, I’ll show you how to weave a flower crown.”
Kili agreed and listened to her instructions, cutting the flowers at the right length for her and helping her carry them back to their favorite spot beneath the tree. While she wove the flowers together, she told the dwarf of the meaning of each of the flowers chosen and why this combination felt to be the best one for what they were doing that night.
“I had no idea flowers were so versatile in their meanings,” he said to her, watching her work. “Do you make these kinds of crowns often?”
“Papa used to make them for me or Mama on our birthdays,” Adamanta said, giving a small smile at the memory. “Hobbits use them to celebrate harvest, the first day of spring, and we also wear them for funerals to commemorate our thoughts and memories of the one who has gone on to the Halls of Mandos. A lot can be said through flowers. Papa once told me that it could be both easier and more difficult to communicate with them instead of words.”
“We do the same but through gems,” Kili told her, amazed that her people had a similar tradition to their own. “Some gems have a variety of colors, just like flowers, and each one has their own meaning. I learned them while growing up and learning my craft.”
“What craft did you learn,” she asked, not lifting her eyes from her work as she was making sure the weave of the stems were tight and wouldn’t give way.
“I’m a jeweler,” he said. “My brother is a blacksmith, like our uncle, and my sister followed my mother into her craft. They both are engineers, which keep the mines safe and growing. Both of them are very much in demand because they’ve devised ways of helping the mines in Ered Luin go a bit deeper to get to the better ore.”
“All of them sound like demanding trades,” the hobbit replied, listening while keeping her fingers busy with the crown she was working on.
“They can be since each one are in demand in certain areas of Middle Earth, especially blacksmithing. Uncle trained Fili, taught him everything from simple horseshoes, housewares, all the way to armory and weapons,” Kili said with a smile. “He’ll probably do his master project once we reclaim Erebor; I know he’s been working on his design on his free time.”
“And your craft, you make jewelry?”
“Anything from simple chains to more complex pieces,” he said quietly. “People think I don’t like to sit still and it’s true, but I find working this craft is enough to keep my mind focused. I’ve learned what gems work better with certain types of jewelry. Most of what I do now is repair work or remounting older gems into better settings to help feed the families around our home.”
“What kind of jewelry do you enjoy working on the most,” Adamanta asked him curiously.
“The more delicate pieces are the most difficult ones, and I love working on those because of the challenge they offer,” he replied with a smile. “Uncle said that once Erebor is reclaimed, I’ll have access to better materials to work with. He even said that he wants me to design and craft the new crown for his coronation. Traditionally, Uncle Thorin is supposed to use the one his grandfather wore but he said he wanted a new tradition that hasn’t been tainted by bad memories. So he wants me to create the new crown for the kings of Erebor.”
She looked up from her task, giving him a bright smile. The future project he’d mentioned was a huge one and somehow, she knew he would be able to make something incredible for the coronation that would happen once the mountain was reclaimed.
“That’s amazing, Master Kili! It really shows how much he trusts your skill that he would ask you to do this.”
“I know,” he said with a bashful shrug. “He told me I could use it as my master project; I just hope that I don’t let him down.”
“I don’t think you will, Master Kili. Let your love for family and your home come through while you work,” Adamanta told him. “If you do that, Erebor’s crown will be the most beautiful crown in Arda.”
“Thank you, Miss Baggins,” he said to her, giving her a warm smile that she returned.
“You’re welcome, Master Kili,” she answered, finishing one crown and began to work on the next one. She was aware of Kili watching her movements, hiding her blush and keeping her focus on her task.

“Do hobbits wear jewelry?”
“Not very often,” she replied. “I do have one special piece that I was able to bring with me since it isn’t entailed to the Baggins family,” Adamanta told him, setting her crown down and pulling her mother’s locket off.
Kili took it carefully, noting the craftsmanship of the locket. The pendent was air tight, keeping the contents of the locket protected even if it should be immersed in water. He opened it to see penciled portraits of two hobbits and two locks of hair within it.
“Are these your parents?”
“They are,” she said with a soft smile, leaning over to look at the portraits. “Papa gave this to her after she found out she was pregnant with me to celebrate the gift she was giving him. A traveling dwarf made it according to Papa’s specifications.”
He turned the locket over and noticed the sign that had been engraved there, smiling at her.
“This is the mark of the dwarf who trained me,” he told her. “I’ve never seen him make lockets before; he did an amazing job on this one.”
She took it from him, giving the portraits a smile before closing it and slipping the chain back around her neck.
“Mama treasured it from the moment he gave it to her, wearing it always, and then passed it on to me after she passed away,” Adamanta told him. “I couldn’t bear to leave it behind.”
“It’s a good way to keep them close to your heart,” he agreed. “Thank you for showing it to me.”
“You’re welcome,” she said softly, going back to her work. “You might think of making one for your mother with a portrait of all three of her children in it. With Fili getting married sometime in the future, he’ll be setting up his own home and she might find that difficult.”
“That’s a good idea,” Kili told her. “I could get Ori to do the portraits; he’s an amazing artist, and I’m sure he could draw three at the right size for the locket.”
“Might be a nice surprise for when she arrives in Erebor,” the hobbit commented. “Provided you have time to make one for her before she gets there.”
“I’m sure I’ll find time,” he told her, drawing a small notepad out of his tunic and began sketching while she worked.
Adamanta began humming as she worked, filling the silence with a soft melody that soothed her companion. Once she had finished with all three flower crowns, she looked over at Kili, who was focused on his work.
“I’m ready to go in when you are,” she told the dwarf. “It’s getting dark, and I know Master Thorin will be finished with the map reading soon.”
“Right,” he replied, getting up and helping her to her feet. As he watched, she carefully picked up her work and walked beside him into the building to head to the courtyard where the ritual would take place.
The courtyard had a small pyre ready for the ritual, and the dwarves were dressed neatly with combed hair and beards. There was an air of solemnity, and she turned to her companion.
“I should clean up,” she murmured. “I feel a bit messy, and I want to look nice for this since the others have taken such care with their appearance.”
“All right,” he said to her. “I should do the same. Meet you here?”
She nodded, heading towards her room while carrying the crowns with her for safe keeping. The hobbit hoped this would begin the mending that Erebor and the dwarves that both needed.
Author’s End Note - To answer the question I KNOW is brewing, yup, I am going to replace the crown of Erebor. I think it would be better to have a fresh start all the way around; that crown symbolizes a lot of ignorance and pain to the royal family at the moment. You’ll see what Kili comes up with later in the story. I think you will love it; at least, I hope you do! Please let me know what you think of the update! ~ Laran
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