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"Doesn't he seem a bit pale to you?" Bilbo inquired as Thrandin encircled his fingers around her.
So translucent, with dark rimmed eyes and his lack of strength to even reach his arms out, she could not resist apprehension. He seemed so feeble, being half dwarf and half hobbit all had excepted him in constant famine, but he seemed to linger away from eating.
Thorin's perspective though differed.
"Relax my love," he said, swooping in from behind her as they faced their gazes upon their son who was cooing low. "Oin says he is doing well. Fili was the same way. Kili was the colicky one."
She didn't even need the others dwarves' assurance to believe that. Though their adolescent like behavior equaled out in both, Fili seemed more timid. There was an ounce in relief that, with some worry. She was already envisioning Thrandin darting through the halls, setting up pranks, but still shying away from constant talking.
"Aye...he is a beautie," agreed Balin, creeping from behind.
Unsettling still with current situations, she found herself resisting the urge to speak with Balin, she was not even secure with Thorin fully.
"There is no need to worry," said Thorin, always finding himself comforting her obsessive fret with his words. "He will grow with the strength of the kingdom." A grin fulfilling his face, caressing his downy locks between his fingers, Thorin had never been seen in such a state of bliss.
She was appealed but somewhat more intrigued, for Thorin's happiness was a sacred sighting.
She didn't wish for it to die and he didn't believe it would.
A week had drawn by, while Thrandin lurked in the same condition he had been. His whimpers were unheard between his coughs, as he stirred restlessly in the desire for relief. He could not even muster a loud enough shriek to reel his parents into his chambers. Time seemed withering away from him and Bilbo was the first to heed it. Her hand scorched from his warm head as she swooped him up with arm and the others hand placing upon his forehead.
"Thorin!" she cried out, summoning both him and his company. "Something...something's not right."
"Give him to me," he said, merely snatching Thrandin from her arms.
She winced to see fear awake on his face.
"Where is the medicine the apothecary sent over?" he inquired peering back to his companions that now stood with vacant stares, exchanging theirs with one another."I asked you where is it!"
"Should be in my quarters, I'll go fetch it laddies," said Oin, lowering his trumpet and pacing his steps.
"Thorin, perhaps we should get one of the healers," she recommended, watching with a heartbreak as her son attempted to muster a wail.
"Nonsense!" scoffed Thorin. "No human healer knows how to heal a dwarfling. Oin can handle him fine." Oin was already making a hasty return with the medicine, merely forcing it down Thrandin's mouth. He resisted, only commencing Oin to force the liquid farther into his mouth.
Though she viewed with a vacant stare, her heart wept, for she may have been the only one to acknowledge it, but Thrandin's life was withering. She wouldn't say it, Thorin would protest, he seemed in denial now a days...Perhaps his dragon sickness still lingered? With the others watching, watching Thrandin cough his next breath, maybe they knew it too, she wondered. Maybe they were too loyal and helpless to cross Thorin.
And they were.
They all felt the cool embrace of death coil around them, they just did not realize it would be that night it would strike.
