Someone wanted Bilbo's POV?
I think I still do one or two more chapters though all of them are short.
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He lost his consciousness when he hit hard on the ground, or what he though was a hard rock floor far below from the cliff. He welcomed the darkness and how it trapped him inside like tight hug and cold cape.
He lost himself in the nothingness, feeling numb. He was stuck, and suddenly very alone.
So hollow.
No.
No!
NO!
Thorin!
No, he wanted back. Back with Thorin.
He fought back. He wanted back where he belonged.
By Valar it was cold. He couldn't breathe. Something poked him all over his fragile body. It was pain what got him back.
Water, all over. It was water what surrounded him, made him move forward, pushed from rock to rock and it was worse than even in Mirkwood. Suddenly his head popped out and he took the precious breath in the darkness before the flow took him back and he was under the surface again.
He couldn't think anything. When he could, he breathed, but he knew that he couldn't do much longer. His hands tried to find something to keep hold, to stop him even for just a moment, but the fingers couldn't hold long enough. Only his despair kept him alive.
But finally he lost his consciousness again.
"Bilbo? Bilbo? Wake up. Please wake up. You silly silly boy, how you can be here?"
The voice was familiar but he couldn't locate it. He felt so numb, so tired all over. Something soft was wrapped around him, warm hand touched his face.
"No, it doesn't matter now. You're freezing. You didn't breathe when I saw you. You scared me boy. I got you. And I do not let you go. We head back to Erebor. We though you dead. Oh Bilbo. I'm sorry. So sorry." the old voice babbled, Valars that voice was so old.
He was moved around. More warmness. He was lifted and it felt odd, someone was carrying him around. When he tried to move, to open his eyes, anything, he couldn't.
"Calm, calm Bilbo. Don't. You hurt yourself."
Has he moved then?
"You're awake. Good. Can you open your eyes?"
No, no he couldn't.
"Though so. You're hurt badly my boy. Truly."
The hand was on his forehead.
"Rest my boy. I'm sorry."
Nothing.
.
The sky was so blue. He felt himself moving. It was odd jumpy movements. He stared the sky. The air felt cold on his face. Wind. Winter. Hands around him. Something warm wrapped around him.
Blue sky.
Thorin.
He smiled.
.
"You're alive!"
Did he knew this man who hugged him so fiercely. He took hold of him when his knees didn't carried him. Slowly, very carefully he was lowered on the ground.
"OIN!"
There were so much more of them. Voices. Yelling. A scream. Whispering. He was moving again. Carried again. More warmness. Someone muttering when he was placed on the soft floor. A bed. It has to be. He couldn't focus. Everything was just spinning around and around.
"Let me do my job. Out! OUT! All of you! Not you fool. Help me. Take this. OUT! This is healing hall. Thorin, out. Now. Dwalin!"
Thorin.
He opened his mouth to speak but there was no voice, no sound.
"Easy. Look at me. Good lad. We have to get you out of these. Gandalf did good job."
Hands all over his body. Pulling and jostling him.
Pain.
"Carefully. Get me the pain medicine. Now. Easy Bilbo."
He was crying, but he was still so numb.
"Oh, this is not so good. I'm sorry lad. Thed, we need more help. Bilbo, drink this. You need to swallow this. Good, good."
The hand pushed his forehead again. Gently, petting him.
"When you wake up, it is all better. I promise. Just sleep now."
His eyes focused a bit. He knew this dwarf.
"O-o-i-n."
The older dwarf smiled. "Trust me."
"T-o-i-n."
"He'll be here when you wake up again. Sleep."
So he slept.
