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Summary: "Thorin?" Bilbo's voice was wavering, but he didn't care, because it was Thorin. And if there was someone who could protect him from the creature, it was him.
A/N: I'm not exactly sure if this is a oneshot. I think I could contunue this a few chapters, but I've always been bad at finishing stories. Let's just say I'll contunue this if I feel like it, but until then, it'll be a oneshot.
Breathe For Me
Bilbo was trying to sleep.
Trying, but not succeeding.
It was just so dark he couldn't see anything. Anything except the staring, glowing, yellow eyes.
He shuddered and closed his eyes quickly. Maybe if he didn't see them, the creature wouldn't be able to see him either? That was a slightly comforting thought.
He opened one eye slowly, just to be sure, and looked around. Only it was still so dark he couldn't even be sure his eye was open in the first place.
And then he saw them, the mocking eyes looking down on him. Is there a creature leaning over me? He opened his other eye and fearfully looked up again. Yes there is.
He felt paralyzed.
He couldn't even breathe and his heart was pounding so loudly he was sure even Gandalf could hear it, wherever the wizard was.
The eyes were getting closer and closer, slowly, and he could see from their unnatural, intelligent, hungry glow that this was it.
I don't want to die.
The eyes stopped and seemed to look elsewhere, following something in the darkness. Then they were narrowing, annoyed, and disappeared completely. He could feel it leaving, feeling the coldness he hadn't even noticed was there moving away slowly.
He inhaled deeply, relief overtaking him. It was gone, at least for now.
And then he heard it. Something walking around their little camp. If there even is a camp anymore, it's not as if I would know if it was gone. And he wasn't excactly sure he was that keen on meeting anything that had scared the other creature away.
The 'something' was getting closer to him, stopping somewhere near his feet, and Bilbo whimpered in fear.
"Halfling?" Bilbo could have cried in relief.
"Thorin?" Bilbo's voice was wavering, but he didn't care, because it was Thorin. And if there was someone who could protect him from the creature, it was him.
"I think it's gone now", Thorin's deep voice stated and Bilbo could hear him starting to move away from him.
"No! Don't go", the words were out of Bilbo's mouth before he could stop them.
"..."
Thorin sighed in the darkness.
"Fine." And it was ridiculous how happy that one word made Bilbo.
Bilbo felt Thorin lay down next to him, and made sure to share his blanket with the dwarf. Then he pressed his side more firmly to the warmth of the other, and slowly drifted to sleep, only slightly aware of the hand that curled around him protectively.
In the darkness the creature huffed in annoyance and cursed in ancient language. It was getting tired of eating spiders.