The Dream

The night was cool and the air thin while our favorite little hobbit slept soundly next to his 'king'. Bilbo dreamed of many things and he rarely had nightmares, but tonight was different.

Bilbo's Dream

'Where am I? What's going on? Am I... in a castle?' Bilbo looked around to see great stone halls towering above him. He should feel elated to see such architecture since he was a fan of medieval themes, but this place gave him an eerie feeling. "I think I should find an exit", he mumbled quietly to himself and scurried down the halls. The silence was deafening and the only thing Bilbo felt was the shivers running up his spine.

All those who wander are not lost..

"Wh-who's there?!" Bilbo whipped around searching frantically for an owner to the voice. Alas, he found no one. The little hobbit began to panic a little more and walked faster down the hallways. "Where's the exit? Where am I even at?!"

Throw him off the ramparts!

Bilbo froze. "Thorin?" he whispered. Thorin's voice sounded distant and a little shimmer of hope came to settle in the hobbit's heart. "Oh, thank god. Thorin!" Bilbo ran towards the sound of the voice as it echoed off the walls. He kept running, looking at every corner, nook, and cranny he could find. He saw a faint light in the distance and sighed in relief as he bolted towards it. "Thorin has to be this way. It's the exit!" Bilbo smiled to himself, remembering all the times Thorin provided an escape for him. As he grew closer to the light, he felt a knot in his stomach, but ignored it and kept running.

The Arkenstone...

Bilbo suddenly stopped. 'Arkenstone..? That's the little rock that Thorin found in a gift shop one time. He could never let the thing go..' A faint voice in the back of his head told him to turn around, to not go in there, to run as far away as he possibly could. Sadly, Bilbo has always had an adventurous side that he got from his mother and besides, Thorin's in there! 'Nothing will happen when Thorin is around.' So he made his way into the exit, which wasn't an exit at all.

He stood mouth agape at the large room filled with gold that almost touched the ceiling! "Whoa.." He mumbled to himself. He suddenly heard the sounds of coins moving so his eyes searched for the sound and there was his king. Literally. Bilbo's eyes widen at the sight of Thorin dressed in a blue robe and beautiful armor with a crown atop his head. His breath hitched as Thorin looked up at him.

"Thor-" "Gold.. do you see all of this gold? The treasure horde of Erebor. All mine. All... mine." Bilbo suddenly shivered as he looked into the cold dead eyes of his lover. "Er-Erebor? Thorin, what's going on? Are you okay?" "The Arkenstone. Where is it, Bilbo?" "Arkentsone? Thorin, it's just a roc-" "I must have it. DON'T YOU SEE? THIS GOLD MEANS NOTHING WITHOUT THE STONE." Thorin seethed as he flipped a table that flung some kind of white jewels into the sea of gold.

Bilbo flinched. This wasn't his Thorin. Thorin would never yell at him like this. Never get angry with him. Never look at him with a cold expression.

Bilbo started to shrink back towards the exit when Thorin suddenly appeared in front of him. 'H-How did he do that?!' "You stole it didn't you?! YOU MISERABLE HALFING. SHIRE RAT. I'LL THROW YOU OFF THE RAMPARTS." Bilbo suddenly remembered the voice from before, Thorin's voice. Bilbo looked into Thorin's eyes as his own started to tear up, "You.. you've changed, Thorin." Bilbo let out a shaky breath as the tears started rolling down his face. He closed his eyes and clenched his fists. 'I don't want this. Bring back my Thorin. Make it stop. MAKE IT STOP!'

To be continued