Wrote another chapter for this story.
I couldn't let it end with Thorin dying and it was a nice start for a longer story.
So well... here it is.

Enjoy reading.

The hobbit wandered through the ruined halls of Erebor, big bags underneath his eyes from the lack of sleep he had endured the previous nights.

He stopped when he came to a big oaken door, hesitating a little before pushing it open.

Layers of dust laid on the room's furniture, it was clear no one had been in there in decades.

Other then that, the room was unharmed, nothing was broken or damaged.

Bilbo had shed so much tears the last couple of days he was surprised when new tears welled up in his eyes once again.

The big oaken bed with the red satin sheets, he could imagine Thorin sleeping in it.

Bilbo crawled up on the bed, positioning himself comfortably before he laid his head in his hands and started crying.

He missed that damn dwarf so much, sometimes it almost tore his heart out.

It had been a week since the battle, but Bilbo didn't feel any less lost then he had felt right after it.

Tears only started to flow harder when he thought about what had happened a few days ago.

' Bilbo, Bilbo!' Ori had screamed from the field hospital when Bilbo came back from his daily walk.

He needed that walk, it gave him the chance to stretch his legs for a while after sitting besides Thorin's bed, hour after hour.

The hobbit had ran towards the screaming, clearly enthusiastic dwarf. His chest had filled with hope and joy before he had reached Ori.

' What? What is it?' Bilbo had asked when he reached the dwarf.

Ori's eyes had been full of happy sparks, a big grin had spread over the dwarf's face when he told him.

' He's awake.'

Bilbo's eyes had filled with tears of joy when he heard the news, he barely had been able to remain calm.

' Can I go see him?' The hobbit had asked enthusiastic, his heart racing in his chest by only the thought of seeing Thorin.

' You can, Bilbo.' Ori had answered. ' There's only one small problem.'

' What problem?'

Thorin was awake, what problem could there possibly be which was more important then him.

' He might still be a little disorientated.' The dwarf had answered. ' Has a little trouble with remembering things.'

Bilbo had shrugged and with that the dwarf had let him into the king's recovery room.

' Thorin.' He had stated when he saw the dwarf sitting up in his bed.

The kings face had still been covered with scratches and bruises from the battle, but only seeing him awake had made Bilbo's heart jump from joy.

He had ran towards the dwarf, grasping him into a tight embrace before Thorin even had the chance to speak.

When the king's entire body stiffened underneath his touch, Bilbo had pulled back.

' I'm so glad you are awake.' Bilbo had said with a trembling voice.

The dwarven king had looked at him weirdly and when Bilbo had looked into his blue eyes they had been empty, no sing of joy or enthusiasm by seeing him.

' Who are you again?' Thorin had asked, it had come out in a whisper.

The hobbit had taken a step back, hurt by the question the king had asked.

How could it be that he didn't recognize his own burglar ?

' It's me, Bilbo.' The hobbit had answered. ' The burglar of your company.'

' My company?' Thorin had asked frowning. ' What are you talking about you little... what exactly are you?'

Bilbo had known Thorin wasn't doing this to hurt him, but he felt his heart shatter into a million pieces.

' I'm ... I,m a... hobbit.' Bilbo managed to get out.

His eyes had filled themselves with tears and he had a hard time holding them back.

The dwarven king frowned. ' That doesn't ring any bells.'

Bilbo had stared at him for a few seconds, until he couldn't hold back his tears anymore.

He had turned around and had ran out of the place as fast as his feet could carry him.

' Hey, wait you little... hobbit!' The king had yelled after him.

Bilbo got stopped by Ori, who still had been standing outside.

' Bilbo, what's wrong?' The dwarf had asked when he saw the hobbit was crying.

' A little disorientated you said?' The hobbit had replied furiously. ' He didn't recognize me, he didn't know what the company was, he didn't even know what I was!'

' His memory will come back Bilbo.' The dwarf had said ' Just give it a little time.'

Sure, because time heals all wounds, but if time would fix Thorin's memories? Bilbo wasn't sure.

How was he going to tell the king about his nephews, who had fallen during the battle, if he didn't even know who they where.

How was he going to tell him about the company, from which half the dwarves had died?

Bilbo didn't know, he really had no idea.

The hobbit had gone back to Thorin, telling the dwarven king stories about their adventure, trying to bring back his memory.

He even had showed the king pictures of his nephews, but he hadn't even blinked when he had told him what happened to them.

He had tried and he had tried again and still, nothing.

Bilbo wept the tears away with his hand before he jumped from the bed and left the king's room.

He put his hand in his pocket, grasping for the special jewel he had in there, one Bilbo had gotten back from the elves after the battle.

He wanted to give it to Thorin, he wanted to see if the jewel would ring any bells in the king's head.

And if it didn't, Bilbo thought all hope was lost.

The arcenstone was truly his last hope.

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