Hello fellow web bunnies! Here I present part 2.
My computer eats my quotation marks so apologies if one or two are missing; I tried to fix.
Enjoy!
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Bilbo went silent at the first note of Thorin's soft, deep tone. Looking up, noticing the dwarf's eyes, they were shinier and a deeper blue than before.

The hobbits heart stopped.

Letting out a wail he buried his face back into the dwarf's chest, sobbing, sending tremors down Bilbo's shoulders.
Thorin couldn't do anything but rest his hand on the halfling's shoulder gently. He noticed the flinch and the blood seeping down in a thick stream through Bilbo s coats, all the way down and dripping into the dirt.

"Bilbo, you also have your wounds, can you let me try to help you?" He knew the pain the halfling was going through, both physically and mentally, or so he thought..
That just made the hobbit cry more. "You scared me to death, Thorin. I can't feel anything."
Thorin knew being gentle wouldn't get the hobbit to let himself get healed. He sat up, clenching his teeth and inhaling deeply, crossing his bruised legs.

"Sit in front of me."
His voice stern as it always was, but there was seemingly a tint of pleading, of sorrow. Bilbo nodded and did so.
Thorin gently took off the halfling's coat, then asked him to unbutton the second layer.
Confused, Bilbo agreed and took it off to reveal to Thorin a deep gash with blood seeping all down the halfling's slender spine.
Scowling, he reached for the water pitcher, the bucket, bandages, more bandages, and ointment.
He started by cleaning all the blood off of his back, being very light at the touch near the wound itself, but still making Bilbo cry out at least once. He muttered an apology and kept working.

Later, he successfully finished and wrapped the clean bandages around Bilbo's upper torso, and seeing as Bilbo's shirts were soiled, Thorin gave the halfling his furs.
Bilbo leaned into Thorin's chest, the smell of leather,fur, and wood smoke calming him. He shut his eyes, feeling faintly under the stings of fatigue gentle arms holding him. Smiling, the halfling drifted off into a land where love roamed freely.

Thorin looked down and smiled, noticing the fluttering eyelashes and occasional mutters, along with a slow, calm heartbeat.

He wrapped himself tighter around the shorter one and drifted off himself.

Later, Gandalf had entered the tent to tell Thorin they couldn't find the hobbit when he saw they were resting against each other. He chuckled softly and left the tent.
"They're sleeping like babes in there."
"Good." Balin nodded. "Bilbo is wounded?"
"Yes, but Thorin seems to have tried on his own to have healed it." Gandalf sighed. "I m giving them 5 minutes."

Bilbo woke with a small gasp, clutching one of Thorin s hands.
"Yes, Bilbo?" The prince asked softly.
"It hurts..." He bit his lip and let out a small whimper.
"It's okay Bilbo."
Thorin tried his best to be gentle as he lifted Bilbo up from himself into an upright position, cringing from the cry that escaped Bilbo s lips.

He quickly took off the furs and noticed the bandages were bled through then Gandalf burst into the tent.

"Bilbo Baggins come with me."
Bilbo got up, stumbling at first and clutching his shoulder, maybe he had also strained that as well. He followed Gandalf out of the tent and left Thorin to think.