Your Voice Brings Me Life Chapter 1: His voice, a hobbit fanfic

"Stay with me, please."

Bilbo held a wounded Thorin in his hands.

He had an arrow in his chest.

Bilbo had an arrow in his back.

"I don't know if I can, my burglar." Thorin whispered weakly.

"Please, I'm begging you." the hobbit's tears streamed down his cheeks and onto the dwarf's armor.

He smiled softly as his eyes went ghostly white, Thorin Oakenshield was gone.

Bilbo screamed louder than any hobbit ever had, and it rung through the valley, reaching the ear of every elf, orc, dwarf, and human alike. It broke their hearts, they hadn't heard such a yell of sorrow and hurt.

They stopped fighting and looked at the small figure holding the fallen dwarf prince.

Silence. All through the valley, not one sound.

Bilbo kissed Thorin's forehead and shut his eyes gently.

The dwarves had a new fury to them, not just for their kingdom, but for Bilbo, for Thorin.
The orcs didn't stand a chance.

Even through the motion around them, Bilbo held Thorin. He couldn't see straight, he couldn't think. Numb. Tears rolled down his cheeks, as he saw a man walk up to them, changing from bear to human. He didn't recognize anymore. He was broken.

The man picked up Thorin.

All he could comprehend was He was taking Thorin away from him.
He threw himself at Beorn, eyes foggy, all the shapeshifter did was also take the hobbit in his grasp and took them to a tent far away. He felt someone ripping the arrow out of his back, but he didn't feel pain. Just numbness.

Bilbo was so far away, he lay there on the ground, staring at the sky blankly.
He's gone. He whispered.

Gone.

Thorin felt himself surrounded by darkness. Was he dead? Peaceful, it was nice. He heard a faint noise in the distance, someone screaming? it sounded so full of pain and angst. Possibly the hobbit, who had stayed with him in his final moments? Bilbo.

He felt distantly, a soft feeling on the forehead and a brush down his face. But he felt as if he was now drowning in the black, he had to fight himself back to light. Thorin struggled, needing to see the hobbit okay. Oh, how the guilt washed over him. How he had treated Bilbo at the gate. Anger bit at his throat, not at the hobbit, at himself. He understood Bilbo's intentions now, they were so clear. Why hadn't he understood before, why couldn't he have used kinder words towards him, he felt selfish. It was if he was in a nightmare, and he desperately tried to wake up. He saw light biting at his eyelashes. He opened his eyes to see a crying Gandalf.

"The hobbit." He rasped.

Gandalf looked up with a start. "Thorin. -"

"The hobbit." this time more desperate.

"Bilbo." Gandalf whispered. "Is lost, without you."

"What do you mean?"

"After he shut your eyes, he refused to stray away from you, he even fought Beorn when he took you back here. He is now nearing death himself, From a broken heart, it seems."

Thorin looked silently up at Gandalf. "I need to see him."

Gandalf nodded and exited the tent.

Thorin went back under.

Bilbo wanted to just leave this world, just to see his face knew the prince hated him, but that didn't stop his tears. They dripped clean streaks down his face, crusted with dirt and blood.
He saw Gandalf mutter to himself and leave a tent. He crawled to the tent, knowing who occupied it, knowing those eyes may still be lifeless.
He limped to Thorin's side and took his hand, and softly sang.

"I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah