Author's Note: A one shot that I thought of when at the hospital with my friend. I hope you guys enjoy.
Tears stream down Bilbo's face as he holds the body of his lover, Thorin Oakenshield. Rain washes the bloodshed off of the body, forming a small stream to which Fili and Kili's bodies added to. The entire battlefield had created a large blood lake, yet Bilbo couldn't find it in him to leave his love. How he regretted giving away the Arkenstone! That blasted jewel had taken away the one person he loved. It wasn't until he felt the sword of a stray orc against his back that he realized it; even though Erebor had been saved, all was lost.
Letting out a scream, Bilbo sat up on his bed mat so fast he felt dizzy. Looking around wildly as he clutched his throat, he sees the stares of the shocked dwarves and his cheek redden. But they become darker when his eyes meet Thorin's worried ones.
"I-I'
The apology would not pass the lump in his throat, and before he knew it, Bilbo was running through the woods, his heart breaking at the dream produced memory of Thorin's broken body. He ignored the calls for him to return, the requests for him to explain, and the deep voice of the dwarf king calling his name.
It wasn't until his lungs burned and head ached that he collapsed in a meadow upon a hill. Bilbo could see the fire of the dwarves' campsite. A stray thought told him that orcs could be nearby to see it, and he let out a wail of sadness. Bilbo fell to his knees, sobbing as the image of Thorin filled his head and he sorrowfully whispered, no louder than a breath, "I'm so sorry, Thorin. You are my love and yet I have to go. That dream could mean disaster for us. You'll die if I stay."
"I will die without you at my side."
Crying out, Bilbo turned to see Thorin standing there, moonlight illuminating his crystal blue eyes. Tears shown in them and Bilbo felt completely destroyed. He had put those tears there, in a man that hadn't cried since his father's death. A sob slipped passed his lips and Thorin immediately wrapped his arms around the crying hobbit, unsure of what had startled the halfling into fleeing. Until Bilbo told him the dream in fragmented whispers. Holding his soft body closer to him, Thorin whispered, "Bilbo, I will always protect you. I will never allow the Arkenstone-or anyone for that matter- to come between us."
Feeling a weight lift from his shoulders, Bilbo softly kissed his dwarf, pouring in still unsaid feelings. As Thorin lowered him on the ground, he felt happiness and warmth wash away the fear of his nightmare. After that, the only dreams Bilbo had were of their bright future in Erebor.