Hello readers! So sorry for the long wait! School got in my way. Anyway, here is the next chapter. Read, review, and enjoy!

-WingedIceWolf

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE HOBBIT OR ANY OF IT CHARACTERS! THEY BOTH BELONG TO J.R.R TOLKIEN AND PETER JACKSON!


The whole world was fading in and out of Bilbo's vision. To breathe was horribly painful, but it was the pain keeping him alive. The darkness called to him and he tried to resist, but it seemed so soothing to just let go into the cold, dark, painful void.

No, he thought to himself. Blood bubbled in his throat as he tried to scream and already he was dying. The blade was lodged deep into his flesh, but he didn't know if Thorin had pierced his heart or any vital organ for that matter. The blood he was losing was sapping his remaining life.

The darkness was so tempting. He could just give in now and be rid of this pain, but he couldn't. Even though the darkness was dragging him deeper and deeper into death, he had to keep fighting. He tried to open his eyes that felt as if stones were piled upon them and he saw a blurry blonde haired figure carrying him. Bilbo was wrapped in something, but the pain forbid him to think.

"If you can hear me, be calm Bilbo," Fili began shakily, tears forming at his eyes. "Don't let go. Don't in Durin's name leave us."

I can't promise, but I will try.


Kili and Fili ran down the hall to the barracks where the dwarves had stopped everything due to Bilbo's scream. They all were rushing quickly to help as the two brothers and the wounded hobbit approached. Many of the dwarves threw off their armor and their swords as to not distract themselves.

"Is he-" , began Bifur, clamping a hand over his mouth. "What happened?!"

Fili looked up with mournful eyes and shook his head. "I…Don't know…Thorin stabbed him…Where is Dori?!"

Dori stood near Kili, looking him over, one finger tapping his chin. All the dwarves were caught up in mixed conversations, so Fili could not hear what his brother and Dori were discussing, but he was probably making sure Kili didn't break a rib.

Dori turned back to the worried dwarf and his dying companion. The hobbit already was looking really pale, and the sword protruding from his chest did not look good either. Questions started up and concerned members started to rush about the room looking for ways to help. Dori took the limp hobbit in his arms, carrying him into a separate room next to the barracks.

The small room was lit with candles and Dori ordered to get boiling water for him. Without any hesitation, the dwarves prepared what they could while Dori examined the bloodied hobbit on a bed, removing the cloak and his robe and setting him on his stomach. The sword was not directly where the heart was, (inches in fact) which was a relief. However, it was next to another vital organ, the lungs.

Dori placed his fingers to the hobbit's wrist. He prayed that Thorin had not pierced a lung and he had to make a choice to remove the blade, or let it be. That proved both equal problems. If they removed the blade, it could cause further problems, or they could pierce Bilbo's heart. If they left it, they would never know if Thorin pierced a lung, and he could die. Either way, there was little chance of survival.

Fili sat in a chair in the room, hand supporting his chin. He saw the concern in Dori's eyes and his instincts knew something was wrong. "Is he going to live?"

Dori spun around in a bit of surprise and sighed sorrowfully. "I don't know, but we have to make a choice. If we pull out the blade, we could pierce his heart or hurt him further. If we don't-"

"He might die.", Fili finished. The news pained him, but he was interrupted as Bifur came into the room holding a boiling pot and some bandages. He looked over at Bilbo, biting his lip. They had to act fast, or he would die.

"Thank you," Dori said, taking the hot pot's handle and the bandages. "Now, grab the others and tell them to give me some time. Fili is fine here. If Thorin comes, don't let him pass. Barricade the doors."

Bifur nodded as Kili walked into the room, slumping in the chair next to his brother. The door closed and their only light was the candles. Dori placed his hands around the blade for a brief second then released, dropping his hands to his sides. They grey haired dwarf turned his gaze to the two brothers and took the boiling pot.

Dori pulled out some herbs from his pouch and crumbled them into the boiling water, stirring it with a metal spoon. Then he pressed the bandages to the water, stirring them into it. A spice like scent filled the room as Dori continued to swish the bandages in the water.

"Fili, I need you to make the choice," The healer breathed, fire lit glance falling upon the dwarf. "I want a friend to make the decision to remove the blade. You and Kili were very close to him, me not as much. His life now rests in your hands."

Fili, drawn back by the matter swallowed the sorrow welling up inside him. This decision would decide whether or not Bilbo would survive, and he was to make it. He had to make a choice, and he already had it in mind.

"Kili, apply pressure to the wound.", He said, motioning to the still hobbit. The dark haired dwarf walked up, clutching at his bruised side and knelt next to his brother. Dori had the bandages prepared, holding the hobbit down. Fili placed his hands upon the hilt of the sword. Kili put pressure upon Bilbo's wound with his hands as the hobbit cried out. Fili counted down in his head, twisted the blade, then pulled it out.

A sickening sucking noise was heard as the blade was removed followed by Bilbo's scream. Fili tossed the blade to the door, a clanking noise filling the room. Kili applied more pressure to the hobbit's wound as Dori turned the hobbit on his back and began to wrap the warm bandages around the wound, wiping away the sparkling blood. Bilbo tried to turn away from the pain, but the dwarf's restrictions stopped him.

"Kili and Fili! Hold him down!"

The two brothers pinned the hobbit down as Dori continued to tightly wrap the bandages around the Halfling. Bilbo struggled in their grasp then finally gave up, collapsing upon the bed. Dori and the others relaxed a bit, standing back. Kili dropped to his knees, clutching tighter at his side.

"Kili!" , Fili cried, picking up his brother. "Are you alright?!"

The dwarf shook his head. "I think I might've broken a rib and holding Bilbo down hurt."

Fili tightened his grip upon his brother's arm. "Don't try to hide your pain from us, little brother. You might think it is to act strong, but hiding it is weakness…"

Kili cast his eyes down as Dori shook his head and checked the dwarf's bruised side. A large red bruise formed around his ribs. Dori pressed against the bruise and Kili yelped, pulling away from the older dwarf.

"Yup. Broken rib."

So they spent a little time wrapping Kili's side, plopping him down in the comfy chair. Then he turned back to the door. "You can stay with him if you want. I was planning on staying, but if you are, then you won't really be needing me. Just in case, I will stay in the next room."

Both the dwarves nodded and pulled out some blankets from the drawers, spreading them out upon the floor. Kili's bed had a soft cloth to prop his hip on as to prevent further injury. Kili and Fili both made sure that Bilbo was breathing before they climbed into their beds. They both prayed heavily in their hearts for the hobbit to survive. But one thing kept Fili up, playing over and over in his head. They were fighting a war tomorrow, and he had the stone.


Sorry, sorry. Cliffies! Muahahahaahahaha. Thanks for reading and reviewing!

-WingedIceWolf