News of Bilbo loosing his memory of the soon-to-be King Under The Mountain traveled fast throughout the Lonely Mountain. Every so often, someone would come up to Bilbo and ask him about Thorin Oakenshield. Bilbo would look at them curiously and say he didn't know the guy. Even the company tried to talk to him. Trying to tell him stories or remind him of the rude king. Bilbo would just clutch his head and then say he didn't know him. Fili and Kili were out of the infirmary within the next week. Thorin was out too, but he had to take things lightly. His stitches were still in for the next few days.

Thorin kept watching him though. Keeping a close eye on his burglar. For the time being he would keep his distance. Waiting for the right moment to try and win back his hobbit. Days went by and everyone tried to convince him. Talk to him. Put the memories back together. Most of them were there, except the ones that Thorin really cared for. The nights after Thorin was hit by Azog and crunched by his worg where they would stay up and talk.

Most the time Bilbo would fret over him and try to treat his wounds. After an hour of so Thorin would give in and allow him to do so. Then they would sit back and recant about there childhood memories. Thorin telling all about the golden halls in the Lonely Mountain. Telling him how he would sometimes sneak out when he was supposed to be studying and go play with the other kids. Him and Dwalin would usually end up getting in trouble for staying out to late.

Bilbo would laugh and tell his own story. How he would run into the forest until dark making up his own adventure and getting all dirty in the process. Then he would tell him all about the Took's. The adventures they would talk about, the old stories that were mostly exaggerated, but made to look glamorous. Even how his mother would take him to the edge of town and tell him that one day he would do something great.

And it all came together one day. All the waiting and hoping and wishing paid off. Thanks to Kili.

"Is it true Bilbo?"Kili asked as they ate breakfast one morning,"Did you really forget Uncle Thorin?"Bilbo couldn't answer, his mouth was full and his mother had tought him manners, but he shook his head in response."How can you not remember him? He's a loud mouth most the time and he doesn't very much care for any Elves! He was the last one to arrive at your house after we sang about the things you hate! He's the one that saved you from falling off the cliff after the Thunder Battle! Don't you remember?"Without warning, Bilbo slammed his fists on the table.

"Now I remember! He said I looked more like a grocer then a burglar!"Bilbo stemmed. He still couldn't remember all about Thorin, but he could get to the bottom of this. Thorin, something about his name brought back a warm feeling. But the feeling was over shadowed by a memory like static. Everything that the dwarves tried to tell them he remembered. But there was one man with no face, maybe that was Thorin.

"Guys! Guys! Bilbo remembers him! He remembers Thorin!"Kili shouted at the table making everyone stop what they were doing. Thorin, near the head of the table looked up surprised. Bilbo remembered? How?

"I'm more of a burglar now aren't I?"Bilbo teased him from across the table making almost everyone laugh at the memory. Thorin didn't laugh, he flushed and looked away. Damn, what did that have to be the first memory that was returned to him? Why couldn't it have been one of the better ones?

"Bilbo, you do not remember, but I did say I was wrong about you. You maybe a simple creature, but you have heart. Loyalty. Promise. Everything that a true warrior does and I wouldn't trade you for anyone else. You're part of this company now,"Thorin said, saying everything that was on his mind. The company really didn't want to hear this sappy stuff. To Bilbo, this seemed like an apology, but to another dwarf, this was a love confession. And none of the people in this room needed that. Especially poor Fili and Kili.

"Ah I see everything has started to come to order,"Gandalf's voice appeared in the door way. Thorin, company, and Bilbo looked up to see him,"Yes, Bilbo how are you feeling? Is your head any better today? I can already tell that the memories are coming back. The shouts and cheers said everything."

Bilbo, who had locked eyes with Thorin, broke away to look at Gandalf,"Yes. One memory came back and Thorin was just explaining it. All the others were celebrating loudly, acting like I was getting all the memories back. Gandalf,"Bilbo turned his curiosity to his old friend,"why did I forget Thorin? If we were such great friends then why do I not remember him?"

"Ah yes, I expected this question. Bilbo, hobbits have an emotional distress tendency,"everyone listened as if hearing an interesting story for the fist time, which it kind of was,"When they are under extreme emotion they tend to make themselves forget. And that's what happen to Bilbo."

"What? But why?"

"Because Thorin died for a few moments before the elves and I were able to help him,"that got a reaction out of Bilbo. He felt a pulsing in his head like his memory was trying to came back. Damn Thorin, damn his memory, damn dwarves for being so good looking. Wait what?

"Don't worry Bilbo. Your memory will come back soon. These dwarves are a persistent bunch and they wont stop at a little memory loss,"Gandalf winked at the group. They knew what he was talking about. He knew that they were making a plan to get Thorin and Bilbo together.

"Alright, alright I get it,"Bilbo sighed,"I want help. To get my memories back."