Clouded
Friendship more than anything, though slight Bagginshield somewhere, I guess. But mainly friendship really.
Chapter 1: Where My Demons Hide
Thorin's eyes burned like cold steel, his skin pale and glowing in the light of Smaug's chamber. Though the dragon was dead, there was fear here. Bilbo's heart jumped into his heart as the dwarf king pinned him against the wall, his eyes wild and filled with an ire the halfling had never seen before. "Th-Thorin..."
"Shut up!" the dwarf spat. "You have betrayed me. You have taken away from me the thing I hold most dear!"
"What about your nephews? Your family, friends? What about them, Thorin?" Bilbo shot back, his voice quivering. He was facing a new demon, a new dragon. And he didn't like the demons in his friend's eyes. And in those sapphire eyes, he saw such a darkness that he never knew existed.
"What about me?" he asks, weak and soft. a single tear spilt from his eye, his bottom lip trembling. Thorin seemed only angrier. Thorin shook poor Bilbo like a rabbit, the halfling's head lolling to and fro violently.
"Go now, you traitor. And may we never meet again."
"Thorin..." Bilbo tried to say in a dizzy voice. His head hurt.
"And no friendship of mine goes with you."
Bilbo was realesed from the dwarf's grip, the king turning away to sulk down in the caverns filled with gold. The hobbit had never knew such a pain. It hurt him so bad, he clenched his fists, his nails digging into the flesh, and he fled from the mountain.
Balin tried to stop him, crying out: "Bilbo!" But the halfling wanted to be far away. And O how he wished to be back in his Hobbit-hole. Tears stung his eyes and his heart felt like it were breaking within him.
Bilbo kept running until he could no longer move, his legs burning. He was now in the ruins of Dale. The Desolation of Smaug.
The smell of cold ash was pungent, the grey bitterness shrouded in a deep twilight.
The hobbit found a small crevice in the ruins and he curled in on himself, weeping until his eyes were red and his voice hoarse. How could Thorin be so heartless? How could he say those things? And then Bilbo remembered overhearing Gandalf and Lord Elrond speaking in Rivendell. "A madness lies deep within that family. His grandfather lost his mind, his father sucumbed to the same sickness. Can you swear that Thorin Oakenshield will not also fall?"
The small halfling rocked back and forth, his chest heaving and his cheeks covered in hot wetness, his head swimming and pounding.
Thorin stood there, staring at his hands. These hands that had hurt Bilbo. But Bilbo had hurt him. Or was he trying to help him? Thorin's mind was clouded and his eyes only became milkier. He heard the voices in his head. They kept telling him that he did right, that Bilbo wanted to hurt him. And that he was right to hurt him back.
No matter what we believe, we still are made of greed.
This is my kingdom come, this is my kindom come.
Look into my eyes, it's where my demons hide.
Don't get too close, it's dark inside.
It's where my demons hide, where my demons hide.
Demons, Imagine Dragons