Of Rocks and Rubble
Movie AU. What if Thorin had tossed Bilbo over the ramparts when we discovered his "betrayal"? Thorin regrets his actions, and Fili and Kili aren't quite sure they can trust their uncle.
A/N
Alright, here's the 2nd Chapter! Thank you all for the lovely reviews, I hope I can bring you guys more stories! Anyways, let us begin!
Sorry about this really short chapter! I promise to make them longer in the future!
Enjoy!
When Bilbo awoke, he was quite sure he was dead.
Except, when you are dead, you cannot feel pain.
And that, was most certainly true.
And right now, Bilbo had a very nasty headache indeed.
So bad, in fact, Bilbo thought he just might as well cut off his head. But Bilbo Baggins was not suicidal. Even though giving away the Arkenstone, or going on this blasted adventure, in the first place was basically suicidal.
But that's beside the point.
Bilbo, when he opened his eyes, wasn't quite sure what to make of his surroundings. He had a bandage wrapped around his head, and he laid on a small bed, inside of a tent. The tent wasn't much bigger in comparison to the bed, but Bilbo couldn't really care.
As long as he was away from that blasted dwarf.
He pushed himself upright, surprised when a wave of dizziness washed over him. He fell back to the bed with a groan.
"Ah, I see the burglar is awake," Gandalf said as he strode in. "Are you well?"
Bilbo laughed, shaking his head. "I'd have to admit," Bilbo said, "I've been better. Much better, in fact." Gandalf chuckled and Bilbo smiled absently.
Silence took rein for a few moments.
"Well, I have matters to attend to, and it involves a particular dwarf and the trouble he's caused." Gandalf said with a sly smile. "I have no idea how the blasted fool expects to get out of this, and preferably alive," Gandalf said with a grumble of annoyance, anger, and humor. Bilbo smiled at the strange combination, but it quickly faded as the pain returned, with twice the force.
Gandalf frowned, staring at the Hobbit. "You are in no condition to travel," he said, his voice morphing into something more grim. "I know you wish to speak with Thorin, and don't doubt it." Gandalf said with a smile, as Bilbo opened his mouth to object. "I do not want you returning to the mountain, until Thorin is back to his normal self, and you are feeling well."
"Wait," Bilbo said, confused, "you don't know if Thorin is well or not? Hasn't he come out of that dreaded mountain already?"
"No." Gandalf said grimly. "after the rather unfortunate incident with you and Thorin, he rather, disappeared, I should say. Do not venture for him. I fear he needs to learn, by himself."
Bilbo frowned. "No one's seen him?" Gandalf nodded. "From what I've heard, no one has even spoken to him."
"Now, I must be leaving, my time is running short," Gandalf said as he began to head for the exit. "Do not leave this tent, no matter what problems arise in your head for that dwarf."
And with that, Gandalf was gone.
Bilbo pondered to himself.
'How, he thought, was he supposed to not care for Thorin?'
The dwarf could be practically killing himself in there.
Did Thorin feel regret for what he did?
Did Thorin believe Bilbo now hated him?
Did Thorin know that Bilbo had really forgiven him?
There was only one way to find out.
And Bilbo was relieved his ring hadn't fallen out during the fall.