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Azog was called the defiler for a reason and that reason didn't require a subject to be alive. Thorin knew the reason. He also knew Bilbo was of interest to the pale orc, a kind of rare commodity, a rare delicacy that he craved a taste of. He, a brute much too large for the small hobbit, would be thwarted by Thorin at all costs. Thorin, who had been courting the hobbit in a blend of traditions that would make the dwarf king's ancestors cry in shame, kept a close eye on the hobbit, lest he wander off into the pale orc's looming bosom. His nephews did their best to keep Thorin's eyes off his hobbit, and caused as much misfit as they could. Only once did Thorin lose track of the burglar, one horrible miscalculation. Bilbo was gone for days; Thorin frantic and nearly incapacitated with worry did everything he could to find the hobbit. Three days later Bilbo starved and bloody stumbled across their unmoved camp. Kili and Fili who had won the brunt of Thorin's misdirected rage stayed small and hidden, lest Thorin yell at them again. Thorin at once went to envelop Bilbo into his arms, needing to reassure himself that the hobbit was really there. Bilbo's eyes widened and he shrank back from Thorin's advance. Thorin looked hurt but Bilbo's health was more concern so they set about the challenge of food for the starving hobbit. When he had eaten and changed into something less ripped and bloody, nearly everyone else had gone to sleep. It had become apparent that Bilbo was telling no tales of his grand adventure. Bilbo sat and stared blankly into the darkness with Thorin beside him. "Bilbo, please." Thorin said as softly as his gruff voice could be.
"Azog the defiler." Bilbo mumbled. Thorin had already guessed that. "I got away."
"Clever little burglar." Thorin tried his best to sound reassuring.
"Thorin." Bilbo murmured, as if a plea, a cry for help, it sounded so broken, so lost, as if his little hobbit had lost hope before the small creature burst into tears. Thorin didn't know what to do, he wanted to hold the hobbit but he didn't know if the hobbit wanted to be held, or touched at all. Bilbo leaned against Thorin who very slowly put his arms around Bilbo. Bilbo didn't sleep that night; Thorin fell asleep after holding Bilbo a long time.