He was tired, exhausted. He watched Fili who was still asleep and Kili who was having a high fever and sleeping restlessly unlike his brother.

Thorin knew that he should be resting, lying down on his own cot, but he couldn't, he just watches his both nephews, trying not to move too much. The the stitches were itching. The wound goes from his left shoulder over his chest to his right hip. Half inch or so deeper and he would be dead. He wants to cry, or yell, or do something but he can't. He's vaguely aware of Dwalin on tent's door.

Dwalin told him about others. How Bombur might lost his other eye and his broken arm. How victorious Bifur was. Bofur who, Dwalin had seen it and feared for his life, almost came beheaded by the orc but eventually never even lost his stupid hat. Dori who tried, truly tried to protect Ori but couldn't and it was unsure would the young dwarf keep his leg. Nori, about him Dwalin didn't know much. Of course he had seen him and he seemed mostly unharmed. Gloin and Balin had fought back to back until Gloin had gained deep wound on his side and Balin, trying to help, had gotten hit from the war mace to his right shoulder. That had broke bones. Balin would never again do anything by his hand.

The Company was mostly alright, alive for now.

Expect Bilbo.

Thorin buried his face to his hands, trying not to think small body smashed and bloody, alone somewhere among the corpses.

"What have you done?" He whispered.

"Uncle?"

Thorin looked up and right to Fili's bright eyes.

"Fili…" Thorin leaned forward, putting his hands over Fili's. "You're awake, finally."

"How… long?"

"Twelve hours, but you're alright. You're awake and you're alright." Thorin tried, he truly tried to smile, but out came pained grimace. Fili frowned, looked other side of Thorin at his brother.

"Kili?"

"High fever, but it was expected. Oin said that it's mostly clean wound, he'll survive. Though he may never field a bow again."

Fili closed his eyes, knowing how much the bow meant to his brother. "Others?"

"Alive. There was damages but, alive. They are… alive." Thorin couldn't meet Fili's gaze this time.

"Who? Uncle? Who? What happe…"

"Bilbo."

Moment of silence.

"Bil…bo? What?" Fili looked buzzled.

"He was there, in the battle. He was there and… I though… How could he be there? He had no reason to be there. This was not his fight. Not his war. And now we don't know… They went look at him. Ori said he heard him but…"

Fili stared how his uncle finally broke down, still holding his hand like drowning dwarf. "He had every reason. This was his war. He couldn't let you behind. He still wanted to help you." He whispered when Thorin's sob finally quieted.

"Help.. Me? No…" Thorin shook his head. "He would never…"

"He loves you. Like you love him. It's enough of reasons. He's your One."

Thorin's head snapped up and it was bittersweet laugh when he tried to retreat but this time Fili kept hold of him.

"No, listen me uncle. Listen. He told me…"

"NO! My One died sixty years ago in first battle!"

"AND BILBO IS FIFTY-ONE!"

Thorin stared at him and Fili sighed, the yelling suddenly training his powers.

"He said to me, and Kili. He told… That you are his One."

"Hobbit's don't have their One." Thorin denied, not believing what he was hearing.

"No. Usually no. But Bilbo… He said something about Soulmates. Not like Ones but close enough. Said that if a hobbit finds his Soulmate… He would remember his life… before." Fili's voice trailed off.

"Fili…?"

"Just… Tired."

Thorin was in two minds whether let the boy to sleep in, or require more information.

"How he told you about this, and said anything to me?"

Fili tried to gather his thoughts, remember what Bilbo had said day before Thorin in his madness had casted his loved one away.

"After Smaug… It was after Smaug when he remembered. It took some time to him to realize. And then you were consumed by the gold sickness. He sought out my advice… told me everything… and…about Arkenstone."

"You knew?" Thorin's eyes widened and suddenly he realized how differently Fili had acted after Bilbo was banished.

"Yes. I'm… sorry. I said that he have to follow his… heart. And you know it. You didn't fade. You… are still… alive."

Thorin was quiet, watched how his nephew slipped back to sleep. Thorin realized that Balin was standing inside the tent.

"Did you know? You were Bilbo's friend…" Thorin voice was trembling and he couldn't look his closest advisor.

"I knew about the stone but nothing else. Fili told me, wanted to be sure that he had done right decision. Bilbo sough his advise because Fili is you hair. Fili would be next king and he wanted to know if he should offer the stone to him instead of you. And Fili knew what would come to him if he had taken that cursed mountain heart. And you, you and your beloved. There is a good point. You didn't fade. First we though you would, you were so sick, so broken and then suddenly you just kept going on. We though that it was Mahal's blessing. That you would keep your people safe. That you would fight back our home. And bringing back your One? Maybe that was the only way. Maybe our creator couldn't bring back him as a dwarf, but he is Yavannas' husband, and she is the creator of the hobbits."

Thorin was silent, thinking his love toward the hobbit, about his One who he had lost, and then finally looking up when Dwalin came also in, looking death pale.

"Bofur came back. They found Bilbo."