I am so sorry guys. I left for almost a year. Yeah, not one of my finest moments. I have no reasonable excuses to say other than I got lazy and had writer's block and I was busy with school. However, that are excuses that are not reasonable. If others can do it, I should be able to do it. But hey, it's almost summer, so yay! I don't have to worry about school for next year since I have a slot for me in Senior High and I'm not going anywhere in the see-able future.

Because of my year long hiatus (which I did not explain about, and I really should have said something in the summary, my mistake), I'm going to spam this work with several chapters to make up for the months that I was gone. Maybe one for each month I've missed. So, about ten chapters in ten days. I'm not sure..

I accept critique for my work (because I'm a little rusty from little to no practice) but please don't flame me, even if I do deserve it for leaving everything hanging.

Leona2016: I'm sorry if I didn't fulfill your prompts list, especially the one with Bofur singing. Songs and poems are not my strong points because I'm very horrible at it. I'll try to make it up to everyone, especially you. I'm sure you are disappointed in me. *shrugs sadly*

Here is the chapter with the very word I'm trying to say: Sorry! I'll try to make this chapter and the next several chapters really long.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Hobbit. I do not get the right after being gone for so long. Everyone will kill me if I make a claim to it.

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I.

"He looks more like a grocer than a burglar," Thorin grunted. His Company held back their laughs, though they were still audible even to the Halfling (save for his nephews; they'll never learn).

The Halfling looked up at him with shocked brown eyes, and the exiled King almost apologized under the pressure of having such innocent eyes on him (it didn't help Tharkûn was glaring from behind the Hobbit). Oh Mahal, his eyes were so big and wide and dammit, why was he cuter than his baby nephews?!

But he didn't. He gave himself a moment to compose himself. What he said was true. And there was little doubt this Hobbit would join. There would be no need to apologize when he wouldn't see him after this night.

(It was for the creature's own good anyway. If they dissuade him now, the Hobbit will not join the quest and he would not be in danger. He would never survive the journey otherwise. Thorin didn't want a sure death on his hands.)

II.

"You think an orc raid is a joke?" Thorin demanded heatedly, glaring down at his nephews. His sister-sons flicked their eyes away, looking rather pained and panicked.

"We didn't mean it, Uncle." Of course they didn't mean anything! They were barely of age in Dwarf standards! But that didn't mean they could scare the Shireling with imaginary enemies. Master Baggins was useless as he is without fear weighing him down. He didn't need to be more frightened!

The ravenette growled, "That's because you know nothing of the world." He stormed away to the edge. He needed to calm down or else he would say something that would further infuriate him and sadden his nephews. Behind him, he could hear Balin recount the Battle of Azanulbizar.

(That blasted Battle… His grandfather, Mahal bless his soul, was an idiot for even trying to claim Moria. He lost so many that day. His grandfather and father, Frerin, Víli… So many kin…)

He felt regret at the way he snapped at his sister-sons. Dís would kill him if she was here (of course, she could also react the same way as he did, though much softer, he wouldn't deny that). He wanted to apologize but…

Fíli and Kíli needed to mature, else they'll die painfully in this cruel world. And if there was anything he wished in this world the most (aside from his people's homeland), it would be for them to not die so young.

III.

The way that Gandalf, Balin and Baggins looked at him made him want to swallow his words. Thorin realized he wasn't acting very kingly. He knew it and they knew it. And that made him angry. Angry at himself, at Tharkûn and his old mentor, at the Shireling that looked at him with those damned brown eyes that looked so much like a puppy's.

(Dammit, that was almost his downfall right there. How the hell did the burglar get so good at puppy eyes? He was resistant to Fíli and Kíli for years! And now he's almost swayed by one he hardly knew?!)

The Company needed help, loathe was he to admit, even if the aid were from tree-shaggers, and he just insulted the elf.

(But with Elves' sense of honor, even they won't turn away the Company of thirteen Dwarrows, a Hobbit, and a Wizard when they were already in their territory. They were all about honor and self-righteousness. They would help if it gave them the satisfaction of holding it over their heads.)

But to apologize to Elrond, an elf? He'd rather die!

(Elves were never to be trusted! His kin in Mirkwood abandoned them to their fates all those years ago. No! He would never trust nor apologize to a blasted elf!)

IV.

Clang! Thorin gritted his teeth as he batted an arrow away. Dwalin was by his side, as always. He was glad for that. The guard was fighting several goblins as they forced their way out of Goblin Town, Gandalf ahead of them and the others behind them.

After this, perhaps he should apologize to his friend for somehow getting the Company in this mess? After all, if it wasn't for him, the quest wouldn't have gone underway and there would be no need for anyone to risk their lives for this suicidal mission (and yes, he knew it was suicide but he had to take it). However, eyeing the sharp grin even in the midst of battle, he decided not to.

Dwalin would kill him should he say something, much less blame himself for this predicament. If even a word of regret passes his lips, Thorin had no doubt that he would smack him across the face for even suggesting it. He wouldn't put it pass him.

V.

"I will not risk the lives of my Company for the Burglar!"

"Bilbo," his adviser stated, face hard. "His name is Bilbo."

The soon-to-be King nearly flinched at the subtle anger and disgust in his usually placid friend. He wanted to apologize but stopped himself.

(He didn't want to think of everyone dead, burned, mauled, impaled, anything, at the hands of the blasted worm with Bilbo at the center of it all. He didn't want to think about everyone he started to call family dead.)

He was going to be King and he didn't need to say sorry for something he haven't done.

(Balin would understand soon enough. Thorin had faith, little as it is, that the Hobbit will make it out alive with the Arkenstone. The Hobbit will be alive and Thorin wouldn't have to send in anyone after him into the Mountain when the dragon was undeniably awake.

He knew he wasn't above everything, despite being royalty but damn it was exhilarating to be above everyone else, to not be helpless, and he really didn't want to think about apparent death. He knew he would have to apologize later, maybe when everything is fine and all, but he just wanted this moment to himself once more.)

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"I'm sorry, Bilbo," Thorin rasped. He was dying and he knew he had to apologize to the Shireling before it was too late. His strength was slipping and it was all he could do to hold on. He didn't have that much time left. He said so many hurtful things over the year of their journey, and more than half of it was filled with snarks and grunts and glares from him.

He needed to remedy that when he still has time.

"You're going to be okay," Bilbo shook his head, tears pooling at his eyes as he tried to stop the bleeding.

(Hah, the wound was too deep. Thorin knew he would die in less than ten minutes. He needed to get his apologies out fast. He didn't want to leave without remedying their friendship.)

"No, I'm not. You know that," Thorin was getting dizzy and the edges of his vision was fading. He continued but he didn't know what he was spouting, something about acorns and armchairs and home. That sounded really familiar, though… When Bilbo came back when Thorin thought him gone from the Misty Mountains?

"Everyone needs you, Thorin." His voice was really panicky. That was sweet of him, being so concerned over Thorin when he had no hope. "Hold on, please."

Why did he banish Bilbo? He was just trying to save them all from an unneeded war and he just threw him away. Perhaps if he had listened to the Halfling, they would have time to prepare and his sister-sons would be alive, even if injured. But no, they were dead and it was his fault.

"I'm sorry, Bilbo, " Thorin managed to choke out a final time. At least he would see his nephews soon in the Halls of their Maker. The world went dark just as he heard, "I can see them! The eagles are here, Thorin!"

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Shadow: Well, at least you apologized, Thorin.

Thorin: And I can see you didn't.

Shadow: I did! It's just that I don't think anyone will forgive me any time soon.

Thorin: Was there a reason I died, or are you going to avoid my question for eleven months also?

Shadow: Ugh! You have to die, because it would be the only way to get you to say sorry unless I bring Dis in, and there's no way that's happening because i'm all out of writing juice at the moment.

Thorin: And what about you, Geek? What's your excuse?

Shadow: I'm a very stubborn person, just like you. I don't say sorry all that often unless I need to.

Thorin: Are you calling me difficult, Geek?!

Shadow: Gotta run! Have to post the next chapter in an hour or so! *dashes off*

Thorin: GEEK!