And then a flash of the fall appeared in his minds eye and he jumped. He stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out why the man was there and remember what exactly had happened. The man was half in a chair and half on a bed sleeping. He looked over now and saw Thorin resting by his bed side. He went to moved his hand but felt something clutching it. He must be in a bed, he felt softness underneath him. Slowly everything began to settle in and he looked around at his surroundings. His world was a blur as he tried to open his eyes. It was at least two weeks from when he hit his head to when he finally began to wake up. Nothing his hair wouldn’t be able to cover up though. He would just need rest and he would probably have a nasty scar on the back of his head. Thranduil had even been kind enough to allow one of his healers to go to the mountain and see the dwarves precious hobbit to make sure he would be alright. They had won the war with few casualty’s and no one was gravely wounded, thankfully. He was safe and unconscious inside the mountain, unaware of the battle wounds his friends had suffered. He was out for a while, long enough for the war to come and pass without him having any knowledge of it. And within seconds everything went black. He was caught by surprise and could not stop them from falling. He wasn’t able to entirely register what had happened as the man stumbled and fell on top of him. “Thorin…please…”īut the man came at him in rage and Bilbo took a step back. He only saw the anger and betrayal and that broke Bilbo’s heart.
I betrayed you….It’s all me…And I’m sorry…I wanted to protect you…” Tears came to Bilbo’s eyes now as his words were not breaking through to his Thorin. I don’t want to lose you! Stop it! The others had nothing to do with it. I will not let this sickness rule you, Thorin. “You are not my King,” Bilbo stated, “I am a hobbit not a dwarf and unless I choose it, you hold no rule over me.
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