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Chapter 4

Moving quickly Thranduil made his way over to Ravenhill, when he got there his eyes were drawn to the ground he stared searching for someone, two very important persons in his life. He was hoping not to see them fallen however, his son Legolas and his love Bilbo. Legolas had ignored his summon, preferring to stay by Tauriel's side than follow his Father's orders.

As came upon a cave like structure he heard steps in front of him, he looked up to see his son Legolas. He looked well, obviously not injured, he looked surprise of seeing him but it soon turn to a look of relief.

-"Father, you are well"- Legolas smiled, the King could not help but return the smile as he went and enveloped his son into a hug. It had been many years since he had express his love for his only child through touch, but after having expected to see him dead on the ground he could not helped. Legolas seemed just as surprised, he returned the hug however, holding on tight to him.

-"I am sorry for disobeying you Father"- Thranduil shushed him softly, holding him at arm's length.

-"Do not apologize my son, you did what your heart asked you to do, you followed your heart"- Legolas looked down at his feet. –"What is it that bothers you?"- Thranduil asked concerned.

-"I realized that Tauriel is not who my heart seeks"- This surprised the Elvenking, then who? –"I do not know who is destined to win my heart but it is not Tauriel and I am not Tauriel's. She has already chosen the Dwarf Prince and he her."- This fact actually made Thranduil smile, Tauriel was a good elf she deserved to be happy.

-"The dwarf has been injured however, Father"- Thranduil looked at him with understanding in his eyes. –"You wish for me to save him"- it was not a question but Legolas responded anyway. -"Yes"-

-"Take me to them"- Thranduil let go of his son and followed him as he turned a corner and they came upon a scene that sadden the king's heart. The dwarf was on the ground, his breathing rapid as he looked up at Tauriel with such love and devotion in his eyes that it was painful to look at, they looked up upon their arrival.

-"King Thranduil, Prince Legolas"- Said Tauriel bowing her head, she made no move to stand however, softly petting the dwarf hair as his head rested on her lap.

-"Tauriel"- The king greeted her before coming to stand close to them, kneeling beside the dwarf. –"May I?"- He asked pointing to the Prince's wound, the dwarf let out a shaky breath and nodded once, closing his eyes tightly as the elf touched his wound. The skin had been pierced by what was obviously the blade of an orc, right below his heart not causing any fatal damage but damage none the less.

-"It has to be cleaned and healed properly, otherwise it will get infected"- Turning to his son he said –"Legolas help him up, take him to Dale, see if there are any healers still alive, otherwise word have to be send to Lord Elrond asking for his help"- Thranduil got up and looked at the dwarf debating in asking for the Halfling or looking for himself. Deciding against it he looked at his son –"Take care of him, and any other that has been injured, try to set up a healing area in Dale, use my tent if necessary"- A though then crossed him head. –"Where are the others of Durin's line?"- Asked Thranduil looking at the only one he had seen so far.

-"F-fili, my brother was with Bilbo last time I saw him. Thorin went to find Azog"- his word were hard to understand, his breath shallow. Bilbo was in the company of the other dwarf, meaning he could still be alive, looking at the three creatures in front of him he ordered –"Leave"-

Without waiting for another word, Thranduil turned on his heel and went on his way to look for Bilbo. He found him not long after surrounded by corpses, his face pale, and his body unmoving, he fell to his knees beside him not minding all the blood that covered the ground. He couldn't be dead, he could still feel him reaching out a hand he cupped Bilbo's cheek, his skin soft and warm. He was still alive, releasing a breath he hadn't know he had been holding, he looked his little one over and there was no wound evident except for the crack in his head. Taking Bilbo in his arms he hold him against his chest as he got up and made his way over to Dale being careful of not hurting Bilbo more.

Arriving at Dale, Thranduil stared in shock, the whole city was in chaos, children were running crying for their parents, women helping as much as they could. Those who were in good shape and didn't need any immediate assistance were helping in handing out water, the old, the children and the women their priority. He saw the elf and dwarf were helping too, they were not just helping their own, and all three kin were helping each other. The brown wizard, Radagast, and Gandalf there too, healing those with minor injuries so they could then help the rest.

A group of men and elves were coming from the battle field bringing with them the ones that were still alive. His son had done a good job at setting up a healing camp, the sound of horses was heard making everyone within the city go silent. Thranduil tighten his grip on Bilbo expecting danger but none came leading the group of elves was Lord Elrond behind him the best of Rivendell healers, and in the middle of it all, a wagon full of supplies.

Lord Elrond looked gaze with Thranduil, his eyes moving to the creature in his arms, immediately he went to his side, getting off his horse and coming to stand in front of the Elvenking.

-"What happened to him?"- He asked reaching out a hand to touch his forehead, he looked up waiting for an answer.

-"I do not know, I found him in Ravenhill unconscious"- Thranduil didn't like the fact that Elrond was touching his Bilbo but he was a great healer and therefore had to let him.

-"Go help the injured, Men, Elf, and Dwarf alike"- Lord Elrond said looking over his shoulder to his kin. Without another word they separate into three groups, the first group handing out food and water with the help of the men, the dwarves helped the second group in setting up tents, the last group going from person to person healing their wounds.

-"Bring him"- Lord Elrond said and turned around going inside the first tent in their path. Once inside Thranduil set Bilbo down on a cot staying at his side, reaching a hand to brush away the hair that had fallen on his forehead. He paid no attention to the elves still in the tent, he only had eyes for Bilbo right now. Lord Elrond knelt by their side looking at the Elvenking with suspicion in his eyes but said nothing, he looked over the cut and began to work.

-"What is your interest in the Halfling?"- Elrond did not look at him, his eyes still in Bilbo as he worked on his head.

-"I was given a second opportunity"- Thranduil told him softly caressing his check with the back of his hand. This made Elrond pause and look up at him, singing Thranduil lift his sleeve and showed the name to him, he could not keep it a secret, he did not wanted to keep it a secret. Looking back at Bilbo he admired his beauty, his gold brown hair fell down to his face so soft to the touch, his pale soft skin, and his full lips although a bit pale, he wondered if they were soft too. His pointy ear like that of an elf, everything about him was beautiful, Thranduil smiled if something he loved the most was beautiful things and Bilbo was just perfection beauty.

Lord Elrond continued to work on Bilbo, a bit shocked at the love already seen in Thranduil's eyes. He had not hesitated in accepting this new love, it seemed like the Hobbit had been able to melt the cold heart of the Elvenking. When he was done he looked at Thranduil only to find him gazing down at Bilbo, a small smile on his lips, he couldn't help but smile at the scene before him but sadly he had to deliver the sad news.

-"Thranduil, I have healed his injury he has a mild concussion and it will take some time for the wound to close but he"- Elrond looked down at Bilbo with a sad look on his face, such a brave and innocent creature to suffer the consequences of battle. –"He has fallen into a fever sleep which I do not when he will wake up of"-

-"Is there a possibly of him waking up?"- Thranduil did not look up, he kept caressing Bilbo's cheek.

-"Yes, but how long that will take cannot be determined"- Thranduil nodded and said nothing more, his gaze still on Bilbo. Taking that as his clue Elrond got up and went to the aid of others that needed his help, leaving Bilbo and Thranduil on their own.

Once Elrond was gone Thranduil bend down and pressed a kiss to Bilbo's forehead closing his eyes. His little one, his beautiful love was in something similar to a coma, only worse much worse, the fever will cause hallucinations of his worst fears. He stayed like that for a few moments just holding him, his lips still in his forehead, eyes closed, and his heart arching in pain. He had failed him, he had failed Bilbo he should have never let him go or should have gone with him, and now he was here because he couldn't save him.

-"You should not blame yourself, My King"- a voice behind him startle him. He turned around to see Gandalf standing in the entrance of the tent leaning on his staff a wary smile on his face. –"There is no one to blame but war itself, throughout the journey Bilbo showed the company how brave and strong he is, I'm sure he will get through this, My King"-

Thranduil looked back down at Bilbo the guilt still consuming him despite the words of the wizard, although he truly hoped Mithrandir was right, that his Bilbo would wake up. He intertwined his fingers in his blond curly hair, so soft between his fingers, Bilbo shifted in his sleep, leaning into the touch whimpering slightly, his cheeks flushed with fever. Thranduil shushed him quietly, his free hand reaching out to cup his cheek, he smiled when Bilbo leaned into his touch letting out a sign of contentment.

-"I never thought I would live to see the day where an ordinary Hobbit of the Shire would melt the cold heart of the Elvenking Thranduil"- the booming voice of Gandalf startle the Elf who had forgotten he was not alone.

-"Bilbo is no ordinary Hobbit my old friend, I'm sure you know that more than anyone else, for it was you who choose him to form part of this quest"- Thranduil was still smiling when he looked up at the wizard, he let out a soft chuckle at the stunned look he give him. –"I am as surprised as you Mithrandir, with just a few moments in the company of Bilbo and I know it would destroy me if I lose him"-

-"You won't Thranduil, Bilbo is strong and it seems he has already accepted you, even if he is not aware of that right now"- Gandalf give a pointed look to where Bilbo had snuggled against the hand that was on his hair a small smile on his lips. –"You should rest, My King, I have taken the liberty of claiming this as your private tent"- With that Gandalf left the tent humming under his breath slowly. Thranduil smiled for once he will follow the orders of someone else, removing his armor he slowly laid down beside him, wrapping his arms around his little one, his heart give a flutter when Bilbo give out a sign hands gripping his front ropes, his head resting on chest. Thranduil closed his eyes resting his cheek on his hair, he was overwhelmed by the emotions flowing through him, he loved how Bilbo fit perfectly in his arms, so warm and soft, so perfect and beautiful, pressing a soft kiss to into his curls Thranduil let sleep take over him.

Thorin woke up with a pain in his chest, he manage to open his eyes with some effort his vision unfocused, blinking to clear his vision Thorin looked around he was inside a tent beside his all around him where dwarves, elves, and men all lying in cots being attendant by elves. Thorin noticed the elves where from Rivendell, it seemed Lord Elrond had come to aid the injured, looking beside him Thorin saw a familiar blond head.

-"Fili"- Thorin's voice sounded raspy due to not having it used in some time. He tried to stand up but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. Looking to his right he saw Balin, he was leaning over him a small relieved smile on his face.

-"Try not to move lad, you got quite the wound there"- Balin said getting a cup of water from beside him, he helped Thorin lift his head and put the cup to his lips, after Thorin drink all the water he cleared his throat.

-"What happened to Fili? Where is Kili? And the rest of the company? How are they? And Bilbo what happened to Bilbo? Where is he? I have to go see him, take me to him"- Thorin said all this in a rush attempting to stand up again and once again being stopped by Balin.

-"Thorin you need to calm down, you can't go anywhere like that, you still have too much to heal"- Balin didn't removed his hand from Thorin's shoulder this time holding him in place. –"Now Fili got injured on his left shoulder, he is going to be alright he just needs rest and time for the wound to close completely. Kili is beside Fili he was technically saved by the she-elf, she helped him kill the orc attacking them however, he got a cut on his side"- Balin explained calmly trying to not upset the Dwarf King. –"The rest of the company is fine just a few bruises here and there, there was no casualties from the company, although I cannot say the same for the rest"-

Thorin looked at him with confusion, then he finally understood what Balin was talking about, there had been many death, many families who had lost a loved one, they are lucky to have made it out alive. A thought then entered his mind, -"What about Bilbo?"- He asked quietly no sure of how he should be feeling, he knew that what he did to Bilbo was wrong, the hobbit had only been trying to save them all from war but Thorin had let himself be blinded by the Gold Sickness, he knew that was no excuse for his actions however.

-"Gandalf and Lord Elrond were here a few moments ago, I asked them about our burglar, Lord Elrond himself attended to his injuries, he said he received a hit in his head which give him a mild concussion but he is stable"- Balin said he was avoiding Thorin's eyes by the end of his explanation.

-"What else, Balin? What is wrong"- Thorin was getting irritated, why won't Balin just say it and be done with it?

-"Thorin, Bilbo fell into a fever sleep, Lord Elrond does not know when he will wake up, but how long it will take for that to happen he cannot tell"- Balin give out a sign and continue –"Bofur asked them in what tent he staying but neither Gandalf or Lord Elrond would tell us, Gandalf said he would keep us updated on Bilbo's recovery but he would not reveal his location, Lord Elrond said it's for precaution"-

-"I am not surprise, I did after all hurt our burglar"- Thorin said looking away from Balin, guilt eating away his insides. He could not blame the elf and the wizard for wanting to protect Bilbo, he would do the same thing.

-"Blaming yourself won't help in anything Thorin, and I'm sure Bilbo doesn't blame you either, he would not have risked his life to warn you about the coming army if he did. He wouldn't have like to know that all his efforts ended up with you drowning yourself in blame and pity"- Balin said with a firm voice making Thorin to meet his eyes. Thorin opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by a groan coming from beside him, turning his head he saw Fili open his eyes looking around he made it to sit up but failed his head hitting the pillow.

-"Fili do not move it will make the pain worse"- Balin spoke from his right. –"Everything is alright, the battle is over, and the company is all well and very much alive"-

-"And Kili, what happen to him? Is he alright?"- Fili asked his head turn to his left looking at his brother worry clear on his face.

-"I-I'm alright"- a small pained voice said, it took them a few seconds to realize it was Kili the one who had spoken.

-"Kili! Are you feeling alright? Does something hurt? Want me to call someone?"- Fili just like Thorin, said everything in a rush attempting once again to sit up, Balin signed they had to be related.

-"Fili I am fine, just sore in my side, where is the rest of the company?"- Kili asked looking around the tent as if they were there somewhere. Standing up Balin clapped his hands together and put them behind his back.

-"I'm going to tell the rest that all three of you are awake, do not try to stand any of you"- Balin said with a pointed look at the three dwarves lying in the cots, before turning and walking out of the tent. While Balin was gone Thorin filled Kili and Fili with everything Balin had told him, their reactions went from outrage to sadness when Thorin got to the about Bilbo, anger at the wizard and elf that did not told them where Bilbo was, and sadness at what had happened to their hobbit. Just as they were about to make another nasty comment they were interrupted by the sound of the other dwarves coming in to greet them.

-"Thorin"-

-"Fili"-

-"Kili"-

-"You are awake"-

-"I told you they were going to make it"- Thorin wasn't sure who said what, the voices of the dwarves filling the tent and making the healers and some of the patients look their way.

-"Keep your voice down, there are other people resting in here"- Thorin reminded them, which made everyone quiet down and sit in a semi-circle around Thorin, Fili and Kili.

-"I'm glad to see you awake"- said Ori with a kind smile on his lips –"You had as all worried that, some of us though it would take a few days for you to wake up"-

-"Hey, you know no orcs could finish us"- Said Kili looking indignant but his eyes were shining in amusement.

-"Maybe no orcs could finish you but maybe a certain Elf will"- Dwalin commented making everyone laugh. They continued like that for a while until two healers came and ordered everyone out saying they had to let the patients rest. They changed each of their bandages, rubbing a salve to their wounds minimizing the pain, when they were finished they went to attend others, a moment later another elf came to give them food and water, helping them sit up so they could eat.

After they finished eating Fili and Kili started talking between themselves letting Thorin dell in his thoughts. Thorin wanted to see Bilbo, but he couldn't move until he was fully recovered, during their talk with the rest of the company Nori had said he was trying to look for Bilbo so far he had no such luck. Despite Balin's words Thorin could not stop blaming himself, it was his fault that Bilbo could not wake up, and if he hadn't exiled him maybe he could have convinced him to stay inside the mountain or at least stay with him during the battle protecting him as best as he could.

If Nori manage to find the location of Bilbo he would make sure to go and see him himself, tell him how sorry he is even if Bilbo could not hear him. Repeating it to him again and again and when he wake up keep telling him, he would not ask for Bilbo's forgiveness, Thorin did not deserved it. The least he could do is just show Bilbo how sorry he is for his actions, during the journey Thorin had grown very fond of the hobbit, at the beginning of the quest he had embarrassed and humiliated the hobbit with the hopes he would return to the Shire, where he would be able to stay safe out of the darkness and danger of the world.

When Bilbo had thrown himself between the orc and Thorin, he could no longer ignore the Halfling, he started threating Bilbo better, always very protective of him. It got to the point where he could quite openly call Bilbo his friend, and he hoped that once the quest was over that his friendship with Bilbo could change to something more. If he ever had a small chance of that happening there was none now, even if Bilbo did forgive him it would be hard for the hobbit to trust him again, and surely even harder to love him. Thorin for the first time in so long felt like crying for all the wrong things he did, he did not cry however, instead he closed his eyes and forced his mind to clear out of all thoughts letting sleep claim him.