Warmth. That was the first thing that came back to Bilbo. He still wasn't fully conscious yet but a warm sensation encompassed his whole body. Something heavy was draped over him. He ran a hand over the top of it, feeling the soft fur slide between his fingers. The scent of burning wood now filled the hobbits nostrils, indicating that a fire must be somewhere near. Bilbo tried opening his eyes but the heavy lids prevented him from doing so. He heard a door creak, followed by heavy footsteps. A cool calloused hand was pressed to his forehead and gently glided down to hold his cheek. A gruff voice spoke next; traces of distress lingering in their tone.

"Is he going to be alright?"

A long silence came before the other voice spoke. "We shall see."

And that was it. He heard the creak of the door again and footsteps echoing, gradually getting quieter. Bilbo tried once more to open his eyes, this time prevailing. The light from the fire was blinding to him. It took a long moment for his eyes to readjust and focus. The room was fairly large, lit only by the single fire in the right hand corner. The bed he lay in was big enough to fit three large hobbits and was situated in the centre of the room. A narrow wooden table sat beside the bed. What once Bilbo imagined was clear, was now covered in an array of different sized get well cards. How long had he been out for? He lay there for a long moment, not daring to move. The throbbing in his head had ceased and he didn't want to disrupt the peacefulness of ease.

The door flung open and the heavy footsteps once again entered. Thorin walked in and closed the door behind him. Bilbo should have figured that those heavy footsteps belonged to the dwarf king. Thorin was carrying a tray of food which Bilbo presumed was left over the days feast. He gently lay the tray on the table of cards, adjusting them so that they would all remain nicely on the table.

"Hello there." Bilbo croaked

Thorin jumped at the voice. The room had been so quiet and he hadn't even noticed that Bilbo had finally awoken.

"Halfling! You are awake. How long have you been awake?"

"I think the better question is how long have I been asleep? Is that food leftover from the feast?"

Thorin looked at him with deep concern "Bilbo...The feast was two days ago."

Shock took hold of the hobbit. Two days! He had been out for two days. What he thought was just a minor headache had taken hold of his consciousness for that long. Thorin could see him start to panic. He took a seat on the bed next to Bilbo and put an arm around him. Bilbo leaned into the touch and rested his head on Thorin's shoulder. There still wasn't something quite right with him but he pushed his worries to the back of his mind. Having Thorin here with him made him forget about everything that had happened. He was still unsure of why it happened but that was a concern for another day.

"We were unsure if you would awaken. But you are fine now Bilbo. Now I must go and inform some of my kin. I will return soon."

And with that Thorin retreated through the door. Bilbo was once again left alone to bask in the warmth. His stomach growled with such intensity that he thought it might drag him out of bed in search of food. He reached over and grabbed the tray, placing it on his legs. That was when Bilbo noticed something more was wrong. He threw back the covers of the bed. The tray and all its contents were thrown with it and clattered to the ground. In his state of panic Bilbo started to scream.

"Thorin. THORIN."

Thorin was just returning when he heard the hobbit's screams. He pushed through the door to find a distort Bilbo, tears flooding his eyes. He hurried to his side and grabbed his hot flushed face and held it tightly in his hands.

"I can't feel anything Thorin...I can't move them"