It was early morning, the air was chilly, a promise of winter. There was heavy silence above the camp and with the rising sun completely exhausted Company, or most of them, travelled through it. Some of them tears in their eyes, only weakness remaining, like all the hope were already gone. As if they had given up the victory.

When they reached the side of elves, no one dared to stop them and soon Gandalf was there showing the right way to where Bilbo was.

"Why you are here, Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain, son of Thror, King under the Mountain?" Thranduil's voice asked and the elf king stepped out, his eyes cold, only seconds later when the Company was finally arrived.

Thorin's head bend to bow. Every remaining pride shed from him, his voice quiet when he finally spoke.

"I'm here to see my One. Tell me, King of Mirkwood, how is he?"

Thranduil studied him for a while before answering, "He's dying. I cannot do anything," was his final words.

Thorin closed his eyes and nodded, accepting his and his loved one's fate.

"And so I fade with him. I want to be with him. Please."

Thranduil stepped away, not being able to refuse this request, even from the enemy, his next words slightly more kindly.

"Let us know if you need anything."

"In that tent is everything what I ever need." Thorin sighed when he passed the elf and stepped in.

The sigh of Bilbo hurt more than anything before. So fragile. So quiet.

"Bilbo…"

The hobbit was cleaned, and he looked like he had already prepared to the funeral. He was pale, his lips thin and bluish. But there were tiny movements on his chest. Still alive.

"My One, my Bilbo. What I have done to you?"

He kneeled and his trembling hand clung Bilbo's cold hand. So cold, like dead already.

"Bilbo… I can't beg your forgiveness. I have wronged you, my One."

He threw the hand to his lips.

"I though… I though I imagined my love toward you. How could I love someone after my One?" Thorin whispered, his eyes roaming over the hobbit, seeking the truth.

"I never married her. I found him only three months before Smaug came. And I lost her so soon. But she was something else. She was master craftsman. And she designed most wonderful patterns of flowers ever seen. Flowers, she said, were something special to her. Never told more, she was gone so soon. It hurt, it hurt so much to loose her. The pain of it… I though dying, fading, but somehow I managed. I focused on my people. My father needed me. My people needed me. Dis, my remaining family. Fili… Then Kili…"

He kissed the hand. No sign that Bilbo ever heard what he said, but Thorin knew, he had to speak now.

"I never realized how hollow I was. What truly drove me forward. But it was you, wasn't it? But I couldn't accept it. Couldn't understand that you… How could it be? How could you be… her? No… That's wrong to say, isn't it? She was then, and although you may remember, you are Bilbo Baggins, Master of Bag End from the Shire, a hobbit, child of Yavanna."

Carefully he lay his head on Bilbo's chest, watching his face. Had Bilbo's hair been always been so golden like?

"And again, I'm loosing you. Is this our fate? If it is like Fili said, what you said, if we are soulmates, how long we have chased after each other?

But I wish… I wish… This time… Don't go. Don't leave me. Without you this all… This all is just a nightmare. "

There were tears, he knew he was crying and he couldn't stop. To think that he was losing his One again was driving him crazy.

"Please, don't go, please. Don't leave me behind. Not again. I love you. I love you Bilbo Baggins. Let me come with you. At least, let me say goodbye this time."

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Happy ending or no? I'm still thinking about that.

Oh, and there's one who had promised to beta this so just wait.

And... well... Two chapters I think to go and I try update tomorrow if I can write.

And already thinking next hobbit fic though there is other stories first to finish.