HEYYOH! Everyone, welcome to my Bagginshield tale ^.^ These two are too precious and I want them to live happily ever after. So that is what this story will do. Sweet, Fluff, cuteness with lots of 'plot' too ;3 Please enjoy!

Prologue

A Felled Dragon

The dragon had fallen. Plummeting from the sky, Bilbo watched it fall onto the burning city. He blinked rapidly and squinted as he watched on, waiting to see fire burst forth or feel wind from sprouting wings; but there was not. Smaug was dead.

Relief and uncertainty filled him. Smaug had been beyond frightening, and part of Bilbo was glad that he would no longer terrorize those under the mountain and the people of the lake. But such massive destruction lay in his wake, and many had lost those dear to them. The city was burned, crumbling, even as it sat on the icy water Bilbo could see the flames still licking the darkened skies. His heart sank horribly. If only. If only he'd been more silent, if only he'd been quicker, or if only he'd kept his mouth shut and not spoke of the black arrow. Maybe things would have been different. He couldn't help but feel their calamity was his doing.

The next couple days did not help either.

No sooner had the dragon fallen did Thorin march back into the walls of the mountain, one thing on his mind. Gold. Immediately he began his search. The company fallowed him in, searching behind him, Bilbo more hesitant knowing the stone was in his pocket. The dwarves were determined to venture into their true home, while Thorin was determined to find his birth-right.

Smaug had gotten in Biblo's head. He feared the stone would drive the dwarf mad, and with his frantic search for the large gem it seemed his fears would be right. This was not the Thorin he knew.

Two days after the fall of Smaug; when Fili, Kili, Oin, and Bofur returned and Bilbo tried his best to persuade them to leave. He knew it was more than likely a long shot, as they had just made the journey back to the mountain, and although he was so very pleased to see Kili looking so much better his mind was occupied by Thorin.

He'd been totally consumed with gold, maddening his mind and Bilbo did not want to see him like this. He knew their only hope was to get them out of the mountain. He tried to convince everyone to leave, and none would listen – most of all Thorin. It made his heart clench. He didn't want to see the dwarf he'd come to admire and call friend forget himself in a love of gold.

The rest of the company seemed less effected by the call, or not at all which was of some comfort. But not one of them would abandon their king or their home. Not that Bilbo blamed them, but still it was so hard to witness. He could see they were all concerned as well, but concern was not enough.

They were running out of food, only having with them what they'd brought from Laketown. The mountain was of course barren, and they could not eat gold. Smaug had made such a mess of the inner halls aswell and the sea of gold could not be sorted. Everything looked bleak, but the company seemed so eager to get it back to its former glory. Even though it seemed impossible as Thorin would not have anyone sit idly and he would not part with even a handful of coins to pay to fill their stores. It made Bilbo want to grab Thorin by his braids and shake him hard.

Could he not see what he was becoming?

Bilbo had thought he was doing the right thing by sneaking the stone away to Bard and Thranduil, giving it to them to trade for what they were owed. Balance would be restored and Thorin would have what he desired so. He had little hope things would go smoothly, but he had to hope they would work. It was the only option he had left.

"Throw him over the ramparts!"

It had nearly snapped his heart in half to hear those words shouted. No, he did not fear him, not even then. But to think the dwarf he'd silently pledged his loyalty to and would fallow to the ends of Middle-Earth was so lost in his own sickened mind that he would threaten Bilbo's life, and mistrust his own kin. It was too much to watch.

Though his heart did race with true fear when Thorin grabbed him and held him almost over the ledge, he wouldn't survive a fall like that and though he watched Fili and Kili trying to stop him Bilbo broke seeing his king so consumed with hate.

The pain of his words stung deep and stuck with him the whole way back to Gandalf's side. The wizard seemed pleased to have him safe but said nothing about the silent tears he was trying not to show. He knew so long as Thorin was consumed with dragon sickness he would never again see his friends. They each had become like a family to him, those he held dearer to himself than any hobbit from the shire. This whole journey had brought each and every one of them closer to each other. To never be able to come back to what he'd hoped would be his second home would devastate him for life.

Which is why, when the army of orcs came and Thorin's life was in danger, he hesitated not to slip on the ring and run to those he cared about. Kili had just regained his strength and the three of them were the last lines of Durin. It was sure to be a trap and none of them would come back alive if Bilbo couldn't get there in time to warn them.

He'd ran so hard his feet trampled on hard stone but he gritted his teeth through the pain, he had to make it in time. Dodging those he could and trying not to make a sound as each sharp piece he'd stepped on cut into his calloused feet. His lungs burned then, the cold air cutting into him.

But he'd made it, made it in time. The four of them were standing confused on top an empty tower, fog was settling in which made it hard to see but even Bilbo could see it looked abandoned. But how?

He'd called out to Thorin as he slipped off the ring, without a second thought, hoping the dwarf was not still consumed by dragon sickness. If he was, Bilbo would just have to take the chance that he would not try to throw him a second time. Their lives were at stake and he had to risk his own to save those he cared about.

He had managed that, at least. He'd warned Thorin and Dwalin that another hoard was approaching and this tower would be surrounded in a matter of minutes. Kili and Fili were steps away from enter the higher parts of the tower but Thorin called them back. Bilbo was immensely relieved to see the dwarven king returned to himself.

Thorin had called his nephews back to him, suspecting a trap and not risking their lives with reckless behavior.

Together they had retreated back just as the second hoard came flooding in. Thorin and Dwalin at the head of their charge back down the tower knocking away each orc and goblin that jumped over their heads. Bilbo, with Sting in hand, tired to keep up with them as Fili and Kili pushed from behind. But the tower was complex and fog blocked their vision.

In mere minutes the small group was separated. Bilbo couldn't figure how he lost sight of them but he did. Doubling back he had tried to find them but only found himself being charged upon by a group of goblins.

Sting, glowing in hand, he did his best to defend himself but they kept flooding forward. He'd tried calling out for Thorin, but no one could hear him.

Desperate to get back to his dwarven family he managed to run away and slipped on the ring. Successfully he had hidden from sight and was determined to get back to the others, but the rubble was a maze of its own. Turning a corner he'd been knocked on the head by a hammer's pummel swung by a running orc.

The last thing he saw as he fell backwards, hard on rubble was the sky full of gray clouds.

The first thing Bilbo could manage when he started to come to was a deep groan. As he blinked and looked around himself he realized he was still in the spirit realm, which was causing more pain than it was helping. Quickly he took of the ring and gasped as fresh, true air filled his lungs. Then the ache of his head made him woozy. Lifting his hand he felt the right side of his temple, wet blood was already drying and the point of impact was sore. Also the back of his head hurt, when he glanced behind him he saw his blood on the rock. Groaning again he tried to stand. As soon as he was on his feet the last couple minutes finally rushed back to him.

Panic fear made Bilbo glance around him, only to see that the foggy tower was once again empty. A deeper fear settled in. How long have I been out? His heart began to race as he forced himself, despite the throbbing in his head and the ache of his feet, he hurried down the steps eyes darting left and right looking for any sign of Thorin, Kili, or Fili.

Thats when he saw. Thorin standing at the edge of a frozen water fall, he was looking out onto the battle field ahead. Even through Bilbo's throbbing headache he could hear the battle ragging on, but something else as well. Wings? Bilbo looked up and saw the eagles flying above and ahead. A small smile crept onto his face, this would be a great advantage on their half. They might turn the tables and win this battle after all.

Looking back onto the scene before him Bilbo noticed the pale orc, on his back with a sword through his chest. Wide eyed Bilbo stared a moment. Thorin did it? Uncertain hope filled him, but as he looked up for Thorin's figure he only to see him stumble and fall to the ground.

"No.." the fear came out as a whisper and Bilbo ran forward, over frozen ice that the dried blood on his feet stuck to pulling at his flesh.

Dropping to his knees beside Thorin he was filled with panic his heart racing beating hard against his chest, making it hard for him to breath. Thorin, with blood on his face and coating his beard turned and looked at him with crystal clear blue eyes.

"Bilbo.." He spoke through short breaths as though he was gasping for air. Bilbo didn't catch right away the first use of his name from the dwarf.

"Don't move. Lie still." Bilbo frantically padded his hands over Thorin's chest, looking for a wound and found one. A deep three inch wide puncture wound bleeding out pools of blood from his right shoulder, just above his peck. Far too close to his heart for Bilbo's comfort, a little to the left and it would have killed him instantly.

His heart and stomach lurched in unison. Briefly covering his mouth at the amount of blood he tried to hold back tears as he swallowed. Regaining his courage he immediately ripped a long stretch of fabric from his thread bare tunic and wadded it up over the gash wound applying pressure.

"Glad you're here.." Thorin continued speaking, his breaths raspy and his voice low. "I wish to part from you in friendship.." Bilbo watched him swallow hard and knew he must be in incredible amounts of pain.

"No, no. Shhh" Bilbo soothed, keeping his hand on the wound and pressing well enough to attempt at stopping the blood flow, but not sure if he was doing a good enough job. "You're not going anywhere, Thorin." He found himself having a hard time breathing as he tried not to loose his shit. There was no way he was going to let this dwarf die. "You're going to live." He pointedly stared once again into Thorin's eyes, showing him just how much he meant it.

"I take back.." He gasped between each breath. "My words and deeds at the gate.." Each time he sucked in air he coughed blood spitting out on his lips and bearded chin. "You did what only a true friend would do." Gulping he looked deep into Bilbo's eyes and he could see true remorse there, behind the dried blood sticking to his skin from a cut along his forehead. "For-.." he gasped for air again. "Forgive me.."

Bilbo's brow furrowed as tears welled up in his eyes. His heart hurt, ached, feeling like it was about to be ripped from his chest. This is not what he wanted. He was relieved to know that Thorin did not hate him, but he held no grudge against the dwarf for his muddled mind. He just wanted him to live.

"I was too blind to see it." Thorin's hand reached out and grabbed weakly onto Bilbo's wrist which held the soaking fabric over the wound. Bilbo wouldn't budge his hands, he had to believe he could save the dwarf king. "I..I am so sorry.." Thorin apologized and began coughing harder than before as more blood dripped from his lips.

A tear slipped down Bilbo's cheek as fear that Thorin might indeed die in his arms consumed his brain.

"No, no. I am glad to have shared in your perils, Thorin." Bilbo leaned closer and bit back more tears, trying to hold it together. "Each and every one of them." He spoke honestly.

Thorin looked on at him as he spoke, some of the pain which held his face tensed relaxed as he listened to Bilbo speak.

"It is far more than any Baggins deserves." Bilbo's voice faltered and he had to blink hard to make the tears stop. He thought himself beyond lucky to share in this adventure and he wanted so much for Thorin to live once more in the home he fought so hard to get back.

His heart thumped and clenched hard in pain as he saw a small smile pain Thorin's face, his eyes seeming to glisten as he did.

"I-If more people valued home the way you do.." Thorin fought through coughs his grip on Bilbo's wrist tightening. "This world would be a merrier place.." With one more look into Bilbo's eyes, his own slowly closed.

"No, no, no, no. No." Bilbo's voice desperate, broke as the tears he fought began to fall. Removing one hand from the bloody fabric he touched Thorin's face. "No, no. You can't. Thorin, don't you dare!" His voice hitching with fear as he tried to shake him a little. "You have to hold on." His own breaths grew shorter and faster desperation filling him. Lifting his head up he shouted for help, for anyone near by.

Bilbo could still feel the warmth of Thorin's cheek, and after shouting he leaned closer and tried to hear if he was still breathing. The sound was faint but it was there.

"Hold on, Thorin, hold on!" With only a smidge of hope he shouted again. "Fili! Kili! Gandalf! ANYONE!" More tears falling. There had to be something they could do. Thorin had to live or all this would be for nothing.

Fili was the first one to come running from around the corner, slowing in his steps before hurrying to Thorin's other side.

"Fili!" Bilbo cried in desperation. "He's still alive Filli! We must save him."

Fili's hands shot over his uncle as he noticed the wound Bilbo was desperately trying to stop bleeding.

"Great Mahal.." Fili sighed out as he scanned over Thorin. "We must hurry." He spared a look to Bilbo trying to give him courage with a firm glance. They had to be quick and calm if Thorin were to live.

"Gandalf, Dwalin!" Fili called out as he spotted the two approaching. Gandalf hurried over with Dwalin close behind. "He needs healing fast." Fili stated as the two glanced to the dwarven king laying in a small puddle of his own blood, Bilbo's desperate, tearful face.

"The eagles." Gandalf said softly as he lifted his staff in the air. Not a moment later one of the large birds circled back and started coming towards them. "They'll take him to riven dale. Only elven magic can heal him now." Gandalf tried to speak calmly knowing the dwarfs, and Bilbo, cared very much for their king and would be in great panic.

"But!" Bilbo spoke out. "If they carry him in their claws he could bleed out!" Worry filled the hobbits face, and Gandalf made quick note of it.

"He won't be in their claws , Bilbo." Gandalf, taking things into his own hands, with the help of Dwalin carried the unconscious body of the dwarven king over to the now perched eagle so they could carefully lay him on the eagles back. "Bilbo," Gandalf quickly called out to the hobbit looking out over his shoulder. "He'll need to be steadied."

Bilbo wasted no time getting onto the back of the eagle with Thorin, one hand gripped into the feathers of the bird as the other one snaked around Thorin's wide and bloodied chest. He passed a worried look to the other dwarves who were approaching now worried with all the commotion. Then up into the air they lifted and Bilbo held onto his king with all his strength.

"Please, please Thorin." Bilbo whispered into the unconscious dwarf's ear. "Hold on, don't you dare leave me.."

End Prologue

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