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Bilbo opened his eyes quickly and groaned from the ache he had in his head. The hobbit’s body felt frozen and the thought of getting up off the hard snowy ground felt impossible. But Bilbo knew he had to get up, Using all of his strength he pulled himself off the ground and almost fell over as a shooting pain ran up his leg and noticed he was bleeding from his thigh.
Reaching down to touch the wound, he winced out in pain, and decided to rip a piece of fabric off his coat and quickly wrapped his thigh the best he could.
That is when he heard painful groans and his head shot up in the direction of the familiar voice.
Thorin.
The whole reason Bilbo was coming down here was to find Thorin, and he just might have found him. Bilbo just hoped it wasn't too late.
The last thing Bilbo remembered was seeing Thorin and Azog battling in the distance and all he wanted was to get to Thorin before it was too late. Throughout their whole journey together they weren’t always on the same page and it was rocky and it definitely took a bit on Thorin’s side to accept Bilbo into the company. But it happened and he really did feel like he was a part of something special and as time went on he didn’t know exactly when it started but he found himself falling for Thorin, which was completely inappropriate for him to have feelings for a king… a king that could never love him. And the thought that Thorin could be laying somewhere dying and will never know Bilbo’s true feelings for him.
The groans of pain from Thorin started getting louder and Bilbo began limping towards him.
As Bilbo walked onto the ice platform he saw nothing but mists of ice that clouded his vision, as he walked further and further the mist started to fade and the whole ice platform was clear. He gasped as he saw the dead body of azog the defiler. Bilbo began to panic, frantically scanning the area looking for the dwarf king and gasped seeing another bloody and lifeless body laying by the end of the cliff drop off.
"Thorin!" he yelled, limping as fast he could over to him.
Bilbo practically fell beside Thorin. He clutched the king’s hand at once, relieved to feel Thorin’s hand squeezing his back, as he opened his eyes slowly, the dwarf let out a small smile.
Thorin was pale, he had blood and bruises covering his face and his hair was wet with sweat and matted with blood. He had a very deep wound coming from his abdomen, Bilbo gasped and let go of his hand quickly to press down at the wound. earning a groan from Thorin.
“You came back," Thorin said weakly, a tear slipping down his face.
Bilbo brought his hand up to Thorin's face, wiping the tears as his own tears threatened to fall. "Of course I came back, I couldn't let azog get to you before I could tell you the truth. " he said honestly.
"The truth about what?" He said huskily, coughing roughly.
Bilbo bit his lip "It’s not important right now, you’re really hurt.. Oh this is all my fault. If only I got here sooner" he said, blaming himself.
Thorin titled his head towards Bilbo as another tear fell "Maybe" Thorin coughed roughly “ it's better, it’s better this way"
Bilbo shook his head " Don't talk like that, you'll be alright Thorin." he said crying softly caressing his face "we're together now, everything is going to be fine. You'll see" he said, playing with Thorin's hair.
Thorin gave him a sad smile and lifted his hand slowly to Bilbo's face "At least I got to see you one last time" he said smiling softly, his hand dropping from Bilbo's face onto the floor, his eyes slowly closing. His breathing started to become rapid until it started to slow down and then stop completely.
Bilbo's eyes widened "No! No. Please! please! Please don't leave me" he cried and begged loudly falling into Thorin's chest shuttering.
"I love you" he said whispering, leaning in and kissing Thorin's forehead. He opened his eyes and felt sick, as his own head started to get fuzzy and Bilbo looked down to his leg and saw that he bled through his makeshift bandage and everything around him started to spin and multiply. The last thing he saw before he completely slipped away was a fire in the distance, then he was out cold.