There are hands around her throat. She is struggling to breathe, but she speaks anyway. You can't talk and breathe at the same time and she's being suffocated, but she does the foolish thing anyway. Bilbo wasn't a Took; she was just a fool.
"Thorin! Thorin, please stop!"
All she got in response was another heated glare. There was no pity in the dwarf woman's eyes. All she saw was a desire. It wasn't a lustful desire, but a desire for murder. Bilbo had seen that look in her eyes when she'd glared at Azog.
Thorin had equated her with the defiler.
Bilbo felt tears burning at her eyes and uselessly kicked at Thorin's chest. How was this person the woman that she'd come to love? The woman who had promised to always protect her? Had Thorin promised to protect her from herself?
No, Bilbo thought. Her mind was getting fuzzy. This was all she could think of besides getting air in her lungs. Thorin said she'd protect me from others. She never promised to protect me from herself.
The tears continued falling. Would Thorin ever stop? Would she ever listen to Gandalf?
Would she kill Bilbo, and over a stone of all things?
Bilbo looked into Thorin's cold blue eyes.
Yes.
Yes she would.
And to think, only a day before she'd been whispering into her ear that she loved her.