My first Hobbit story
Short chapters
AU BotFA, mostly movie verse
And English isn't my language and there's no beta so don't freak out because of that, I know already that there'll be mistakes
Thorin/Bilbo, but nothing too graphic
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He woke up middle of the night when the battle cries were already died down and the wounded were carried to safe. When he tried to move the world around him spun and he felt sick and pain in his head, so he lay there trying to focus his eyes. He moved his fingers and toes, but the pain shot through the left hand and he gasped air.
It took some time before he could take off the blasted ring.
Stars, he realized when the greyness disappeared and he could see the colours again. They were bright above him and he could smell the first winter wind. It felt nice and cooled down his burning skin. It took away the awful smell from the corpses around him.
Being careful this time he rolled on his right side and felt nauseous. He just lay there, waiting the pain dull again.
His mind wandered.
Was Thorin alright? He had seen the Durins fight against Azog. Saw how Fili fell. Kili… He couldn't remember did the arrow hit? Had he seen it actually hit and pierced through the young prince?
He remembered the Ri brothers; he had been near of them when he had seen the eagles coming.
The Eagles…
Who won?
The battle was over, that much was clear to him. But did they win?
Was everybody alive?
Where they were now?
Thorin…
He tried to rose, but he couldn't feel his other leg anymore and the loneliness hit him hard.
He let out single cry, full of sadness and pain, and he sobbed when he realized that he couldn't move but just lay there and hope that someone would find him in time.
How he hoped to be home in Bag End with his books and stories. Warm cup of tea, the fire in the heart and warmness around him.
But in the end his tears stopped and he smiled, his eyes seeking the stars. He couldn't feel the coldness what dangerously snuck through his wounded body, his mind at Thorin and Company. How he hoped they were all alive.
No, he had done right chose when he had left behind his safe and, oh, do dull home.
Closing his eyes he couldn't regret anything.
There was no need to say goodbye.
He had already said them at the gate of Erebor.