Welcome back. I don't know anything about hypothermia so bare with me.

Thorin was struggling to breath by the time Oin finally arrived at the healing room. He gasped when he saw Thorin, not believing it when Bilbo told him. He went to Thorin's side, standing next to where Fili and Kili were sitting. He examined Thorin. "Find something to get these chains off him," Oin ordered. Dwalin nodded then ran out of the healing room knowing what to do. "Fili, Kili, I know this must be hard, but I need you two to gather as many blankets as you can."

"I'm not leaving him!" Kili yelled. He kept holding onto his uncle's hand.

"Kili, he was in that cold tunnel for five whole days. He will freeze to death if we don't get him warmed up. Now, go," Oin ordered. Kili looked at his unconscious uncle shaking his head. "Kili, Thorin is holding on by mere threads. We need something to keep him warm or we'll lose him." Oin said, but that only made Kili grip his uncle's had harder. "Kili," Oin put his hand on the boy's shoulder. "He will still be here when you get back. He's not going anywhere." Kili said nothing, but got up and followed his brother to find as many blankets as possible.

"Is there anything I can do?" Bilbo asked.

Yes," Oin turned to Bilbo. "I need you to gather some wood so we can make a fire in here to heat Thorin."

Bilbo nodded, glanced at Thorin's still form one more time, and ran out of the healing room. He only got a few steps when he realized he had no idea where he was going to find firewood. He kept running, knowing he would figure it out. Thorin needed to be warmed up, no matter what.

Dwalin was the first to return. He had taken a special pick, one which could open almost any lock, from Nori who would often use it when he got on the wrong side of the law. Dwalin lifted it from his chambers and quickly brought back to the healing room hoping it would unlock the chains like it had done so many times in the past.

Using the pick Dwalin struggled to get the chains off Thorin. It took about of minute of working the pick in the keyhole for the shackle to unlock. Oin took them off Thorin's wrists seeing his skin was swollen and discolored. They took the chains off Thorin's ankles finding the same thing. Thorin's breathing became calmer. Dwalin thanked Oin for helping then went to return the pick before Nori noticed it was missing.

Fili and Kili returned next with more blankets then they could carry. They had over flowing piles of furs and knitted blankets in their hands and some thrown over their shoulders. Oin placed all the blankets on Thorin hoping it would help. Kili sat back in the chair, reached under the piles of blankets, and grabbed Thorin's hand again. It was still cold.

"What else can we do?" Fili asked.

"Master Baggins told me he was gagged when he found him. I don't think he has had anything to drink or eat since he's been missing. Fili, quickly, there is a barrel of water in the next room, go get it," Oin ordered and Fili ran out the room. Oin cursed under his breath. If the cold didn't kill Thorin, the dehydration would.

Fili, with a returning Dwalin's help, carried the large barrel of water into the healing room. By Oin's orders Fili got up on the bed and lifted Thorin's head into his knees. Oin saw a large wound on the back of Thorin's head as Fili adjusted him on his lap. Oin considered cleaning and wrapping it, but believed Thorin needed water more right now. He filled a large glass up with water and put it to Thorin's lips. Oin tilled the glass pouring water into Thorin's mouth. He let out faint choking noise, the first noise he made since they found him, and began to spit the water out of his mouth. Oin pressed on Thorin's throat gently forcing him to swallow. Thorin made a noise that sounded like a sigh of relief. Fili and Kili smiled.

They kept giving Thorin water, Oin forcing him to swallow it as he slept till Bilbo returned with firewood. They set a small fire in the corner of the healing room. It wasn't much, but soon the color returned to Thorin's skin. Kili noticed Thorin's hand was getting warmer too.

Oin crushed up some herbs and dissolved them into the water to substitute food till Thorin was conscious. They helped him drink it down till Thorin finally began to swallow without Oin's help. The group smiled. He was getting better, slowly, but defiantly better. He still wasn't shriving and his temperature wasn't rising as fast as Oin would like, which worried him, but Oin dared not say it out loud.

It was quite for a while as the group listened to Thorin breathing. Kili still had his hand on Thorin's, not letting go for even a moment, and Oin was wrapping the wound on Thorin's head. Bilbo kept looking at Thorin thinking he looked better from when he first found him. Dwalin and Fili said nothing just staring at Thorin sleeping.

"What do we do about Dain?" Fili finally asked breaking the silence. All eyes turned to him. "Now that we found Thorin and he is alive, Dain is no longer king. Thorin is."

"Thorin is in no conditions to rule," Oin said stating the obvious.

Fili nodded, "but that fact that he is alive could be enough to halt the attack on Lake-Town. Dain would still be king till Thorin got better, but the council would not let him declare war as a temporary king."

Dwalin agreed, "you are right. We need to tell the council Thorin is alive."

"They won't believe you without proof," Oin said.

"Then bring the council and Dain down here to see Thorin for themselves," Bilbo suggested.

"I don't want Dain within fifty of Thorin," Fili snapped. "We have to figure out another way to prove to the council that Thorin is alive without letting Dain down here."

Everyone thought for as moment. "What about his hair clasps? I mean, they are pretty unique to Thorin, right? If you show one to the council and tell them Thorin is alive won't they believe you?" Bilbo asked shrugging. He didn't know all that much about dwarves, but he guessed it was worth a try.

"That should work," Dwalin said and took a clasp holding Thorin's braid. "Master Baggins you should come too, seeing how you are the one who found him." Dwalin suggested and Bilbo agreed.

"Dwalin," Fili called out as the two went to leave. "Make up a reason why Dain and the council are not allowed down here. I don't want him getting the idea we think he was involved." Fili told him and they left.

Fili and Kili sat by their uncle as they waited for Dwalin and Bilbo to return. Oin fed him more water and put more wood on the fire. He was starting to get considered. Thorin should have stirred by now. He should have made some movement, any movement, at this point. Yet, Thorin remained completely still except for his chest raising and falling with each breath. He hadn't shivered yet, nor woken up and it started worrying Oin to his core. He knew Thorin had to fight to live, but it seemed as though he wasn't. It looked like he wasn't trying to wake up or warm his body. He just kept sleeping, like he had accepted death.

Oin sighed heavy. "I need to get more herbs from the other room. I'll be right back," Oin said and dismissed himself. He couldn't stand the hopeful look on Fili and Kili's faces any longer. He stood outside the room thinking of what to do next.

Fili and Kili sat in the silence listening to the crackling fire and Thorin breathing. Thorin laid comatose, his breathing steady. Kili was gripping Thorin's hand with his as he watched him sleeping. It didn't seem to be getting warmer anymore.

"What if he doesn't wake up?" Kili asked under his breath. He lowered his head fighting off tears.

"He will," Fili told his brother.

"But what if he doesn't? We just got him back…I don't want to lose him again," Kili cried squeezing his uncle's hand.

Fili put his hand on Kili's shoulder. "He will wake up. I know he will." Kili looked up at his brother. "Remember when a thunder storm would roll into the mountains and we would run to his room? His snoring would be even louder than the thunder. Sometimes he wouldn't even notice us crawling into his bed until you started kicking him in your sleep. He would always be angry at us for going into his bed, but I think he secretly enjoyed it. I think he-"

Fili got cut off by Kili gasping loudly. Kili pushed back his chair standing abruptly. Kili looked down at Thorin with wide eyes. "What is it?" Fili asked in a hurried voice. He looked at Thorin. His eyes were still closed and he looked exactly the same.

"He…He's holding my hand. He's gripping my hand back." Kili said with happy tears in his eyes. Thorin had wrapped his fingers around his hand. Thorin felt him. Thorin was alive.

"Thorin!" Fili called shaking his uncle slightly. "Can you hear us!? Thorin!?"

The two were standing now both looking at their uncle. Slowly his eyes opened to nothing more than a squint. Fili and Kili smiled, happily calling out his name. Thorin looked at them for a moment, his gaze slowly going back and forth between the two, then his eyes closed and he fell back unconscious. Kili threw himself onto of Thorin crying.

Oin rushed into the room. "What happened!? I heard shouting."

"He woke up Oin, just for second, but he woke up," Fili gladly told him.

A moment later Thorin's body visibly tensed up and a pain expression came on his face. His breathing became fast and short. His body started shaking rapidly. "What's happening to him?" Kili asked.

"He's shivering. His body is fighting the cold," Oin said with a smile.

I already wrote the next chapter. So I should be getting that one out really soon. Thanks again for reading!

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