SORRY! I HAD TO START OVER, BECAUSE I REALIZED THAT I COULD DO MUCH BETTER. FOR THOSE OF YOU THAT HAVE READ THIS ALREADY, I'M SORRY!
Thorin was a second from fading out of conciesness completely before he felt the center of gravity tilt forward, and he landed on something solid. Thorin stumbled, but was able to right himself before he fell.
It was then that he realized that he wasn't anywhere near the Lonely Mountain. But somehow he recognized his surroundings...
OH, MAHAL! Thorin thought. It was nighttime, and Thorin was outside BAG END! He saw a Hobbit walking towards him, and Thorin thought it was Bilbo, but noticed that the Hobbit's hair was too dark.
"What year is it?" Thorin asked the Hobbit.
"It's 3002," the Hobbit replied. He had bright blue eyes.
"What day?"
"September 22nd."
"Bilbo's birthday," Thorin mumbled, half to himself.
"How do you know about Uncle Bilbo? Were you part of the group of dwarves that he went to erebor with and killed smaug and got captured by the elves and-"
"Wait, just hold on a minute!" Thorin iturrupted. "Bilbo's your uncle, and it's 60 YEARS after the journey?!"
"Yes..."
Thorin found that a bit hard to believe, but he asked the Hobbit (Frodo) to take him to Bilbo.