I am writing this because I hated the way they ended this movie and the books. So, this is a post Battle of Five Armies/Everyone Lives storyline. Also, there's no really "antagonist" per se, just one of those relationship fan fics.

Don't own The Hobbit by JRR Tolkien nor the film that's based upon it.

Bilbo awoke a couple of hours later. All he remembered was Bolg knocking him out cold with a mace and suddenly found himself on the ground, watching eagles fly up above. All he remembered was Fili and Kili returning when Bilbo had warned them and Tauriel returning with Legolas. He couldn't begin to imagine how things would have happened if he didn't get there in time.

"The eagles are here," Bilbo muttered, smiling to himself. However, his friend quickly entered his mind and he went over the ledge to check for himself. He noticed Thorin collapsed on the ground and quickly rushed to his friend's side. Thorin looked up and saw him.

"Bilbo," Thorin breathed.

"Don't move! Don't move! Lie still!" Bilbo said. He opened Thorin's jacket and noticed the wound Thorin suffered. Bilbo immediately reacted to a terrible smell.

"I'm glad you're here…" Thorin said to the hobbit, who began shushing him to stop the bleeding on Thorin's shoulder. "Bilbo...I wish to part from you in friendship."

"No, Thorin, don't talk like that! You are not going anywhere. You're going to live."

"I would take back my words and my deeds at the gate," Bilbo stopped and looked at Thorin in the eyes. "You did what only a true friend would do." Thorin grabbed Bilbo's hand gently and grasping the back of his sleeve. "Forgive me..." Bilbo was unsure what Thorin was apologizing for. It wasn't his fault he fell to the gold sickness. "I was too blind to see. I'm so sorry that I have led you into such peril. Especially after you got hurt." He eyed Bilbo's head injury.

"No, no, I'm glad to have shared in all your perils, Thorin," Bilbo said, holding back the tears and grabbing Thorin's hand again. "Each and every one of them. It's far more than any Baggins deserve."

Thorin just smiled.

"Farewell, child of the Kindly west. Go back to your books and your armchair. Plant your trees - watch them grow. If more people valued home above gold this world would be a merrier place."

"No," Bilbo said, watching as Thorin closed his eyes. However, he took his dagger and placed it up against Thorin's nose and saw breath marks. "You're not dead. Stubborn dwarf." Bilbo muttered to himself. "Thinking he's dying. There still may be hope for him," Bilbo said. Kili and Tauriel were approaching, Fili being carried over and placed next to Thorin.

"What is goin' on?" Dwalin said.

"Dwalin, Kili, lady Elf, we must hurry, Thorin's not gonna live long..." Bilbo said.

"Yes, we know laddie," Dwalin said. "But first, explain how you got that head injury." He eyed it with worry.

"No, we don't have time. I just have a small bump. It's a closed wound. Thorin's doing much worse, as is Fili. We need to take them to a healer's tent or something."

"And how do you propose we get down there?"

"We fly," Kíli answered as Tauriel helped flag down an eagle. "Aye, get Fili and Thorin to the infirmary, and Bilbo, check for that head injury of yours."

"But…" Bilbo said. "I'm fine."

"It would be unwise to not have it checked, Master Bilbo," Tauriel said. Bilbo looked at the elf lady

"As much as I hate to admit it, the elf lass is right, Bilbo," Dwalin said in all seriousness. "Now, let's get Fili and Thorin help."

Eagles landed and lowered themselves down, while picking up Thorin and Fili in their talons. However, Bilbo remained away.

"Bilbo, what's wrong?" Kili asked.

"I can't. My head is killing me," Bilbo said.

"Nothin' to worry about, you say, 'eh?" Dwalin asked sarcastically. Bilbo, however, chose to ignore him.

"No. You…you guys gotta stay focused on Fili and Thorin, they're facing more injury than I am. Just leave me."

"We aren't going to leave you Bilbo. You're coming with us," Kili said. "We never abandon our friends. I can help you

"But..."

Bilbo never finished his sentence, as Tauriel came up from behind and boosted him up on an eagle, right behind Kili.

"Just hold on and relax, Bilbo," Kili assured his friend. Bilbo didn't think he wanted to hold on or relax. Tauriel came up from behind Bilbo. She wasn't sure if this was weird or not, but both Kili and Tauriel didn't want Bilbo to ride on an eagle alone in case he fainted again. The eagles descended at the camp where dwarves, men and elves were settling down and tending to the wounded. Tauriel and Kili hopped off first and held out hands to Bilbo. She knew from the head injury he was facing.

"I... I can't..." Bilbo stuttered. "My head."

"It's alright, Bilbo," Kili said. The eagle noticed Bilbo's distress and went down a little lower. Kili and Tauriel both grabbed to Bilbo's hand and gently helped him down on the ground and the female eagle flew away. Thorin and Fíli were put on stretchers and taken to the infirmary. Both Bilbo and Kíli were there, watching both Fíli and Thorin. Bard rushed in to see Óin and a female healer from Lake-town each tending to Thorin and Kili.

"What happened?" Bard asked

"Thorin, he..." Bilbo began, but could not find himself to answer the question. His headache was making things worse for him. "He was stabbed in Ravenhill."

"Yes," Óin said.

"And Fili was knocked out cold," Kili said.

"Not only does Thorin have a stab to the shoulder, but he's also got an injury in his foot."

Everyone else was quiet in the room, no one dared to make a move. Bard excused himself as Thranduil had shouted for him to talk about something else. Meanwhile, Tauriel was watching behind them and eying Kíli sympathetically.

"Now if you'll all excuse us, we've got a couple of people to save. So, everybody, out!"

"Óin, my uncle and my brother!" Kíli said.

"Will be in good hands, Kíli. I promise you, as long as we get the privacy. Understand?"

Kíli nodded as both he and Bilbo were ushered out of the room.

"But what about Bilbo's…" Kíli began, but the tent had been closed. "Head injury…"

"It's my fault," Bilbo said, and unexpectedly, Dwalin came in.

"No, it's not, Bilbo," Kili said. "It's mine. I should have protected him and Fili." Tauriel came up.

"Kíli…" Tauriel began to try to comfort him. However, she remembered that when she and Kíli were fighting and killing Azog, Fili had come up to defend his brother and Tauriel, resulting in him being slightly injured. However, she knew it wasn't his fault at all.

"It's neither of your faults, lads," Dwalin said. "Thorin and Fili were just doing what they thought was right. It's Azog the Defiler and his spawn's faults this happened, who are both blissfully at last, dead."

"I'm sorry," Bilbo muttered. They looked at him. "If I didn't trade away the Arkenstone, then this battle would never had happened!"

"Laddie, if you didn't give up the Arkenstone, then we would all be sitting ducks," said Dwalin.

Bilbo raised an eyebrow then he started crying but these feelings were too much for him. He began rubbing his temples.

"Whoa, Bilbo, you're hurt." Kíli began. He reached out for Bilbo's forehead and felt heat emit from it. "And you're coming down with a fever. You need medical attention." However, Bilbo couldn't. He looked to Kíli, then at Dwalin, but things were too hazy.

"It hurts!" Bilbo stated, trying not to faint. Kili grabbed onto his friend's shoulder to steady him. Dwalin was at Bilbo's other side in an instant, each of them putting Bilbo's arms over their shoulder.

"Bilbo," Kili cried for his friend as he succumbed to unconsciousness.