At the end of BOFA, Thorin lays dying on the abbandoned battlefield when Bilbo finds him.
Baggenshield.
Sorry for possible grammatical errors, english is not my native language.
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The place where the arrow had pierced his body had hurt at first.
Later on, when he was lying between the bodies of elves, men and other dwarfs, the noises of the battle still within his hearing reach but distant , the pain had gone away.
In return his body had started to feel cold, first only in the area the arrow had pierced but the coldness had spread over his entire body, making him shiver.
Breathing had become difficult, every time he drew in a breath it felt like there was a heavy rock on his chest, blocking his airway.
The noise his breathing made didn't sound good either, breaths came in with a rasping noise and went back out rumbling.
Thorin was dying... and he knew it.
The rightful king of Erebor had fought for his kingdom and he had won, he and his companionship had stole it back out of the dragon's filthy paws, defended it against the orcs and the goblins and it had all been... well for nothing.
Most of the other dwarfs had been killed during the battle, including his younger nephews Kili and Fili.
Yes, he won Erebor back, but the odds that he would set another foot into his kingdom ever again where neglect.
Thorin didn't found this unfair, mostly because everything that happened was his fault, only his.
The dead dwarfs, his dead nephews, his fault. The men and elves that had been brutally killed by the orcs and goblins, all his fault.
And then there was the poor halfling, who with a bit of luck was back at the Shire, safe and sound.
But losing a really good friend by sending the hobbit home was all his fault.
The king had been greedy, now he was dealing with the consequences.
There had been one thing the king had desired the most, one thing he wanted to have no matter what the cost was and the hobbit had taken it, even worse, he had given it away.
When Thorin found out Bilbo was the one who gave the arcenstone away, he had been furious at the little halfling.
Though he had spared the hobbits life, he had banished him in blind rage.
He had banished one of his closest, most loyal friends. Someone who stood by him no matter what, gave him his friendship without questioning it and even more... Bilbo had loved him unconditionally.
And what had he given back? Only hurt and disappointment.
The hobbit had cried when he had send him away, he had begged for his forgiveness but in the end the hobbit had left, crawling underneath his hateful eyes.
Maybe it was for the best, Bilbo should be safe by that time, at least that was what the king hoped for.
Only it bothered Thorin that the halfling wasn't there, he needed the hobbit more then ever, wanting to apologize to him,wanting his forgiveness.
How else could he die with a clean conscience of mind?
Thorin knew it was to late, Bilbo wasn't there, Bilbo was back at home and by the time he got the news about what happened, the king would be long dead.
He let out a deep sigh when his eyelids started to close without his permission.
His time was almost there, he could feel in it every fiber of his being.
' Thorin!' He heard a very familiar voice state.
He smiled, at least death wasn't as hard as he expected it to be, not when he could hear the voice of the one he so desperately wanted to be with at that moment.
Two little fingers pushed against his troth, probably trying to find a heartbeat.
With a lot of effort Thorin opened his eyes again, finding two brown ones peering at him from underneath a bush of brown fluffy hair.
' Bilbo?' He managed to get out, his voice dry and weak. ' What are you doing here? I thought you would be back at the Shire by now.'
The hobbit looked beaten, his face was covered with scratches and dirt, a trickle of blood coming from underneath his hair running down his face.
' I never left, you stupid dwarf.' The halfling replied while he knelt down next to him.
' You are wounded.' Thorin whispered, using a bit of his last power to wipe the trickle of blood away.
' It's just a scratch.' Bilbo said. ' It doesn't hurt, at least not as much as you've hurt me by banishing me.'
The king was startled when the little hobbit started crying, he wanted to comfort him but couldn't get his body to cooperate.
' Bilbo, I'm sorry.' Thorin whispered. ' I'm so sorry, for everything I did to you.'
' Hush, we can talk later.' The hobbit replied before he started screaming. ' I need a little help here, we've got ourselves a wounded king!'
Thorin grasped Bilbo's hand. ' There will be no later Bilbo, I'm dying.'
' No, you are not!' Bilbo replied fiercely, then caressed the king's cheek with his hand. ' If you dare to die on me right now, Thorin Oakenshield, I will bring you back from the death and kill you with my own bare hands.'
The king chuckled, leading him into a coughing fit.
' Bilbo... Baggins... are you... are you threatening me?' He managed to get out.
' I prefer to call it a fair warning.' The hobbit replied.
Thorin smiled by the halfling's answer. ' Just when did I wish for a stubborn hobbit?'
' Learned it from you, stubborn dwarf.'
At any other moment Thorin would have gotten mad by being called stubborn dwarf, this time however he wasn't offended by it.
' Are you cold?' Bilbo asked when the dwarf shivered.
' Freezing.'
By this Bilbo positioned himself behind Thorin, pulling the dwarf against him, wrapping his arms around the dwarf's chest.
' Better?' He asked softly.
' A little.'
Bilbo started to comb Thorin's long black hair with his fingers, making the dwarf growl out of enjoyment.
' Hold on, help will be here soon.' The hobbit whispered in his ear.
Thorin closed his eyes again, enjoying the hobbit's soft touch.
' Keep your eyes open Thorin.' Bilbo said. ' You can't sleep right now.'
The dwarf didn't react to this anymore, darkness was circling around him and the darkness was very attractive. Especially now he was laying in Bilbo's arms.
' Thorin!' Bilbo said again, this time his voice more powerful.
The dwarf didn't care about the hobbit raising his voice, he didn't want to talk anymore, he only wanted to sleep in the hobbit his arms.
Suddenly he felt two soft lips against his own, first only a brush then a little fiercer.
The hobbit had kissed him. Bilbo had really kissed him.
Thorin started to fight the darkness again, wanting to see the face of his beloved hobbit one more time.
This time however, he lost the fight.
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