Summary: Is Bilbo alright?
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Flashback
Bilbo?
There was feast. Of course there was a feast. Kili was too tired for this. The feast was to celebrate the safe homecoming of Bilbo, Kili and Bofur. Bilbo had left already, so Kili and Bofur had to stay. Kili just wanted to go to bed and lie in Fili's arms. His fiance had told him everything about Avna and Kili was furious. At Avna! That bitch had taken advantage of his sweet, kind hearted lover. She was lucky she was dead. Otherwise Kili would have gone after her and it wouldn't be a painless death. He smiled as another dwarf lord congratulated him on winning over the Hobbits. In all fairness, it wasn't like it's hard to become friends with the friendliest race in all Middle Earth.
He was ripped from his thoughts when the doors to the feasting hall burst open. Thorin jumped to his feet.
"Bilbo!?"
And it was Bilbo. He led in two guards, who dragged a dwarf between them. Bilbo himself was bleeding from a cut on his head and a wound in his side. The Company raced to him, Bofur being led by Bombur.
"Bilbo, are you alright. Oin! Get over here now."
Bilbo smiled at his lover as Oin led him to a bench.
"Oh Thorin, you wouldn't believe what happened to me."
Bilbo's ears twitched as he heard a noise from behind him. Was that...breathing? He turned around, crying out as he saw Calor behind him. He leapt to the side, avoiding a serious wound. Bilbo tried to stop the blood flowing from his side as he looked desperately for a weapon. Sting! And to think, he thought Thorin mad when the King demanded that Sting be left by his bedside. He lunged for the weapon, dodging the dwarf again. His attacker managed to grab his leg. Bilbo fell, catching his head on the corner of the bedside table. He shook his head, trying to get his bearings back. Finally, finally, he got his hands on his sword. Bilbo whirled around, sword held high, ready to face whatever the dwarf would throw at him. He growled, not liking the smirk on the other's face. The hobbit knew he wasn't as strong as a dwarf, but he was a damn sight faster. He dodged again and moved himself behind the dwarf.
Bilbo couldn't kill this dwarf. Someone wanted him dead, that much was clear. And this dwarf knew who that was. With that thought in mind, Bilbo bought Sting's hilt onto the back of his opponent's head. When he was sure the other was unconscious, the hobbit rushed to the door, crying for help. Two guards rushed in.
"Grab him. We're going to the feast."
"And now, here I am."
Thorin glared at the dwarf, unconscious in his guards hands.
"Get him to the dungeons. Fili, Kili, help Bilbo to Oin's room. Do not leave his side. Escort him to the guest rooms when you are done. Nori, start looking around the Royal Rooms. You might find something there. Dwalin, go with the guards to the dungeons. I will join you there."
His friends nodded, all setting off to their tasks. As they left, Thorin turned to his guests.
"My friends, forgive me. It seems we must cut this celebration short. I hope I shall see you all at the upcoming tournament."
Thorin strode out of the feasting hall. He decided to head for the dungeons first. Oin would have to give Bilbo a sedative to treat him,so that gave Thorin some time to spend with the prisoner.
Thorin wanted answers, and by Mahal, he was going to get him.
A/N Done. R&R please. Next chapter, Bazani visits an injured Bilbo and will Calor betray the Ironquarrys?