"Our love is not lost, for what is lost can be found. Our love is not forgotten because what is forgotten can be remembered. No, our love is dead for what has died can not be revived. You betrayed me and there before I cast you out to never look back at this mountain again."
Those had been the last words Bilbo Baggins had heard from the one person he had loved and been willing to die for. Now Bilbo was running trough the battlefield with the ring on his finger and Sting in his hand slashing trough orks and gobblings on his search for his king. When he caught sight of Thorin he was facing down Azog and he was clearly losing but what horrified Bilbo the most was the sight behind Thorin on the ground. There laid Fili and Kili deadly pale and drenched in blood. Fili with at least six arrows in his chest and Kili with a orkblade imbedded in his stomach.
But Bilbo had been to late. Azogs hook grabbed Thorins neck and was now rising him into the air. Thorin with one last slash of Orcrist cut of the defilers head and fell to the ground as the pale body slumped. With tears running on his cheeks Bilbo hurried to where the king laid on the ground with his nephews. There was a big gash in his neck and it was bleeding out fast. His hands pressed against the wound trying to stop the bleeding and pleaded for him nit to die.
"Please Thorin, don't die. I didn't come with you all the way here to let you die right after you got your kingdom back."
He cried and cried as he laid his head on Thorins chest until he felt hands gently on his wrist and he looked up. Eyes met and a whisper was heard in the battlefield.
"I'm sorry."
And with that the contact was broken as the usual fierce blue eyes closed.
After the battle of the five armies the medical tents had raised and healers were running around looking for injured and others helping them. Nobody had seen the little Hobbit sneak in to the king and the princes tent. On beds beside each other they laid, broken and pale. Bilbo had to fight the tears as he stood beside the once king under the mountain.
"Why couldn't you have taken me instead. They didn't deserve to die, the had there whole life in front of them! I'll do anything, just please let them live the life they deserved."
And in a miracle the gods had heard just that prayer and a voice could be heard in the tent but only for Bilbo. "Would you really do anything for these to give them life again?" the voice asked and without doubt he answered "Of course I'll do anything, I'll even give my own life if that is what you want!"
"Then your wish shall be granted." With that statement the colour began to fill the cheeks of the dwarfs in the tent while the Hobbits own became paler and paler. Bilbo slumped against a chair that stood beside Thorins bed. Eyelids fluttered and blue eyes opened with a confused look but the filled with panic at he sight of his Halfling beside him.
Bilbo's eyes where filled with tears and a last sentence came out as a whisper but I could be heard clearly in the quiet tent.
"See, what died once can be revived."
And with that smile on his face the little heart that had been broken and mended so many times finally got its rest as it stopped.