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Chapter 2: Separation

It had been four years since the time Bilbo left Erebor. Since then he had been working to live a full life by himself. Gardening, talking to neighbors, and trying to make new friends to drink with. Hi friend never knew what happened when the door closed for the final time after going out for drinks at the pub, he would mope to the cupboard and drag out a bottle of elvish wine. He drank as much as he felt would get him through the night without dreaming. This is the way it had been for so long Bilbo almost forgot why he was doing it. But then he would remember the pain he felt on the days he didn't do his routine, and he would do it the next day more fervently.

This was one of the days he wanted to remember. This was a day where Bilbo wanted to feel alive, it would be the last time he would feel alive. Tonight…tonight was the last time he was going to feel the pain of losing his only reason for living.

So he remembered giving the Arkenstone away and the feeling when he lost Thorin for the first time, when he told Bilbo he no longer loved him. Then, for the second time when he lost him to death. He remembered the times when he heard a knock at the door hoping that Balin, or Fili and Kili, or, his first friend of the company, Bofur would be there to greet him. That anyone had come to him to tell him that is was time to come home. Every time it was disappointment that he couldn't show and pain that he wasn't allowed to feel in front of his friends.

During his travels with the dwarves he had always wanted to return home, Bag End. But as time passed, his journey bonded him to the loud obnoxious dwarven company. He soon realized that home is not the place in the ground he had always loved, but with the people he loved the most. But now he would never be able to return to them, to the people who saved and cared about him as much as he did them. Thorin… Thorin had cursed him and had nearly thrown him off the side of that beloved mountain home. He banned Bilbo from his kingdom, damn that gold sickness, Bilbo thought as his fists clenched and he began to think back on the day that Thorin had tried to kill him.

Bilbo's pulse was pounding in his ears as the blood left his brain. He clawed at Thorin's arm trying to find leverage, every so often he was able to gasp in a fleeting breath. Thorin's words rang through the humid air, "You filthy hobbit, did you honestly think I would keep you? Did you think that I would understand why you gave away the one thing that signifies my rightful place as king under the mountain? You are pathetic to think that I ever loved you."

"Thorin!" Balin's voice called out, angry and frightened. He knew how the gold sickness caused people to act, but he never thought that it would lead Thorin to say such things to his One.

"What Balin? Do you understand what he has done?!" Thorin shouted, not caring to look back at his advisor. His eyes were glued to the hobbit's shaking form he held in his grasp, dangling from the edge of the mountain. "I don't know why I ever trusted you in the first place. I never –"

"Please –" Bilbo gasped out, "please, don't say it again. I don't –I can't…" Tears flowed down Bilbo's face and over Thorin's hand. The dwarf's face just became more disgusted. "Please, just drop me." Gasps and shouts of no were heard behind Thorin, but were paid no mind. "I don't want to live anymore, not if you don't love me. So, just drop me. I can't care anymore because it will just kill me anyways."

The hand around Bilbo's neck tightened for a moment and Bilbo thought for a second he saw a flash of the old Thorin run across the dwarf's face. It was gone in an instant, and that same hand loosened just a bit until–

"Don't you dare harm my hobbit Thorin Oakenshield!" a thunderous voice rose up to meet the company. "You will have my wrath to deal with if any harm comes to him."

"You don't understand what he has done Gandalf! He stole from me what is irreplaceable!"

"No you don't understand Thorin! Put him down!"

Thorin stared into the eyes of the hobbit, glaring at the tears that shone in his eyes. He threw the creature backwards onto the balcony. Bilbo scrambled to get away from Thorin, crying as he ran. Through the mountain and out to where Gandalf stood, he ran into the wizard sobbing quietly into his stomach.

"You will regret what you have done this day Thorin. Though you may not know it now, you will regret your decision."

Thorin just laughed, not a happy laugh but one full of mirth, "How can I regret a decision that is so obviously right?"

With that he returned to his kingdom, leaving behind a weeping hobbit and a furious wizard. Gandalf looked down at the tiny creature, such pitiful sobs pouring from his mouth; he couldn't help but want to cry along with him.

"I am so sorry Bilbo, had I known that something like this would have happened when Thorin became king, I would have never asked you to come on this quest."

Bilbo just shook his head, "I'm glad I came," he whispered. "If I had stayed behind I would have never been truly who I was meant to be. This journey changed me for the better. And even… even though Thorin says he doesn't love me I can't help but feel happy that I found a place where it feels like home. Even if I can't be here anymore…"

Bilbo's face shone with tears at the memory. He lay on his side in his bed, feeling numb to the world he reached out for the poisonous mushroom on his bedside table. This was finally it; he would be able to leave the pain he felt behind.

Before he took the mushroom in hand, there was a loud knock at his door.

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