A/N: This was an exercise to see how much story I could get in as few sentences as possible.
He couldn't get the idea of Thorin dying out of his head.
He wasn't able to.
So when Thorin began to close himself off, to withdraw deeper and deeper into that pit of darkness and rage; Bilbo knew he had to do something.
Thorin was becoming like Smaug more and more.
He had to save him.
Bilbo clutched the glowing stone to his chest.
No matter what.