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The song Bilbo sings in the previous chapter is 'My Land' by Celtic Thunder.

Chapter 8

Part One

Though he was worried that Thorin may be dead, Bilbo would never forget the sheer freedom of the flight with the Eagles. Bilbo's wings enabled him to fly, but not very high maybe twelve feet in the air at most. After many hours in the sky with few breaks, the Eagles placed them on a high rocky out cropping, Bilbo could see large steps winding down the side of the rock. As soon as he was on the rock Bilbo flung himself to the ground next to Thorin's prone form, Bilbo placed his fingers on Thorin's neck, his pulse was weak and irregular. Bilbo ignored the Dwarves and Gandalf as he removed his medical kit and Thorin's armour, "Bilbo I could just-"

"No Gandalf, I will not let you tie Thorin's life force to your own, I won't let him rely on someone else's life, to live on borrowed time." Bilbo ranted as he got the armour off and cut off Thorin's tunic to get to his chest. Bilbo ran his hand s down Thorin's sides and breathed a sigh of relief, "No broken ribs that's good. Oin, will you assist please?" Bilbo called not even looking up from his task, as soon as the Dwarf was next to him Bilbo handed him a kidney dish, "hold this please," Bilbo said as he snapped on a pair of gloves made of rubber. Bilbo stuck his finger in each of the wounds to see how deep they were and winced when his finger went deep enough to touch bone, "They're deep," Bilbo reported and started to clean out the wounds with a sterilised pair of tweezers, the wounds were filled with debris from the Warg's teeth, the ground and Thorin's shattered armour. Once Bilbo was sure that the wounds were clean, he took out the nylon string used for stitches. He had to stich each wound three or four times starting with the deepest layer and working his way up.

"What are you doing?" Oin asked.

"I'm stitching his muscles together so they will heal better and faster," Bilbo explained. "If I just stich the skin together then the muscles will never be the same." Once the wounds were closed Bilbo turned to Oin, "Is Thorin allergic to anything?" He asked.

"Allergic? What does that mean?" Oin asked confused.

"It means, is there anything that if put on his skin or fed to him that will make him sick for no apparent reason?" Bilbo explained as pulled out the paste that helped to close wounds.

"Not that I know of," Oin answered.

"That's good," Bilbo said as he poured a disinfectant on the wounds, Thorin twitched in his sleep and Bilbo whispered, "Sorry love, I know it hurts but it will help." Then he spread on the thick light yellow coloured paste and covered the wounds with gauze and then with sticking bandages. Finally Bilbo got Oin to sit Thorin up and wrapped his whole chest with bandages, then once Thorin was laying again Bilbo attended to his face. The cuts and abrasions didn't need as much work and were soon clean and covered.

"Are we going to keep moving or are we going to rest?" Bilbo asked the group in general as he got out his blood replacement kit.

The Dwarves muttered to each other and then Oin turned to him, "How long will Thorin have to rest?" he asked, the rest of the Darrows went quiet and turned to him as well.

"Preferably about four days in a bed and then maybe six more before any strenuous activity, depending of course on if there are any complications. I have the gear required for making a stretcher so we can carry him but I would like it if we could wait until he wakes before moving off."

"Then we will rest and eat," Balin said, "Fíli, Kíli, Ori. Go and find some wood for a fire. Bombur, do we have any food left?"

"Aye," the cook answered.

Bilbo let the talking fade into the background he removed a needle and syringe, "What are you doing laddie?" Oin asked as Bilbo sterilised the skin on Thorin's arm.

"I'm taking a blood sample so that I can replicate Thorin's blood."

"Why?" Oin asked as he watched, fascinated.

"Because he's lost a lot of blood," Bilbo said putting the blood into a bag of Neutral Blood a near three hundred year old invention that had long ago replaced donated blood, "This," Bilbo said indicating to the bag of blood which was now connected to Thorin's arm, "Will replace Thorin's lost blood meaning his body only has to focus on healing the wounds and not making more blood."

"Your medicine is truly a marvel," Oin said, "It is much better than ours."

Bilbo smiled up at the Healer but could tell that Oin felt a bit useless, "Your medicine is excellent for the level of your understanding of the body, we just know more," Bilbo said. "I'm not taking over your place, but I couldn't let anyone else attend to my Kindred-Spirit."

Bilbo turned to his pack he pulled out the things to make a stretcher and his bedroll.

"What's a Kindred-Spirit?" Oin asked.

"They're the one person we can't live without, they complete us and balance us."

"Are you saying that Thorin is your One?" Oin exclaimed drawing the attention of the rest of the Company.

"Yes," Bilbo answered, "But I know not if I am his. Now, who is the strongest?" Bilbo asked, "I can't quite move him on my own."

"That'd be Dori," Dwalin answered from where he had taken up watch over his King.

"Master Dori, could you please put Thorin on the bedroll?" Bilbo asked the silver haired Dwarf.

With a nod, Dori came over and lifted Thorin on to Bilbo's bedroll, "Thank you," Bilbo said as he covered Thorin with a blanket and put a folded one under his head. Once Thorin was situated Bilbo sat by his feet and repacked his pack, he pulled out his nuts and dried fruit and put them down next the dried mutton that Bombur had found in the bottom of his pack (one of only four remaining). "Add that to our food store," Bilbo said to Bombur "And I have some dried herbs from home in my pack if you want them," Bilbo said.

A few hours later Thorin still hadn't woken and by a unanimous decision the Company bedded down on what Gandalf called the 'Carrock'. There was an argument of who got three remaining bedrolls, Bilbo put an end to it right quick, "Oh, for goodness sake, just give them to the three oldest members of the Company! Or so help me I will knock your heads together!"

The next morning Bilbo checked Thorin's wounds with the assistance of Oin, they had stopped bleeding. Bilbo connected a new bag a Neutral Blood and constructed the stretcher while Bombur handed out the leftover cold stew for breakfast. Bilbo was in the middle of his bowl of stew when Thorin started stirring, "OIN!" Bilbo called as he steadied Thorin's flailing arms. "Thorin! Be calm! You are among friends." Bilbo called as Oin pinned down Thorin's legs.

Slowly Thorin calmed and blinked at his surroundings, "Wh-what happened?"

"What do you remember?" Bilbo asked after giving Thorin a sip of water.

"Azog and a Warg," Thorin paused, "And you! What were you doing?!"

"Be calm or you'll put the stitches," Bilbo reprimanded, "I was saving you, you daft oaf! What else did it look like!?"