You thought this story was over? Well it's not! This story is FAR from over! We are officially in part two of the story and, trust me, it only gets worse from here on out!

It had been a month since Thorin took the throne once more after he had been attacked and left for dead in the tunnel. Erebor had been running smoothly. The mines were producing more jewels and gold than ever before. The market place, just inside Erebor's main gate, was booming with visitors from Lake-Town and Mirkwood alike. Bard had met with Thorin twice, once in Lake-Town and once in Erebor. Thorin did not tell Bard about what had happened with Dain. He knew Bard still had distrust in Thorin and the dwarves; Thorin did not want to impede the close bond the two civilizations now shared. The more Thorin met with Bard, the more he began to like the bargemen turned lord of men.

The council members were also coming around on the dragon slayer. They gladly welcomed him when he visited Erebor to meet with Thorin to discuss trading. They even invited him, and his children to partake in a large celebration they were having. Bard said no, but thanked the dwarves for their hospitality saying they were much kinder than he gave them credit for. The only one Bard did not seem to win over with his leader-ship skills, sensibility, and forgiving nature (and really good looking face) was Dain.

Dain welcomed Bard with glares and disdain. He openly told the council that the dwarves in Erebor should not deal with him, or any man for that matter, but Thorin disagreed often yelling at Dain in response. After a while Dain stopped talking at council meetings and soon enough he stopped coming to them all together. He stayed in his chambers for the most part staying out of Thorin and the company's sight.

Fili became more vocal at council meetings. He gave his opinion on every topic whether Thorin asked him to or not. He would often start arguing with Dain, before Dain stopped coming, and tried his best to be respectful to the other members of the council. Fili even ran a meeting, with Thorin's permission, when the king went to meet with Bard in Lake-Town. Thorin never said it, but he was extremely proud of Fili. Thorin knew when he died Fili would be a great king, far better than he could ever be.

Kili only went to a few meetings, which he slept through. He tried to stay awake, but they were early in the morning and bored him to no end. Being second in line he did not have much responsibility. He took a relaxed approach to everything knowing that his brother and uncle could take care of everything. He was living happily enjoying himself in his new home.

The month passed by slowly for Bilbo. He remained in Erebor dreaming of his home. He unpacked his things in time knowing he could not will himself to go back to the Shire till he said good-bye to Thorin. Yet, in the month he had not seen Thorin once. Thorin was caught up in meetings and trips to Lake-Town and other important kingly things leaving no time for the hobbit to speak with him. Bilbo often thought about leaving without saying good-bye, but after everything Thorin and he been through Bilbo couldn't do it. He just needed to see Thorin one last time and tell him what he needed to say.

In the mean time, Bilbo kept to himself. He spent time with Bofur and other members of the company, but he found himself feeling lonelier. He missed the sun, the green hills and fields. Hobbits may live underground, but not like the dwarves did. Hobbit's loved the outdoors. They loved everything that grows and loved the feel of grass under their feet. Bilbo signed, he needed to go home.

Bilbo finally ran into Thorin one night as he was returning to his room after sharing a meal with Bofur. It was just after dusk when the hobbit spotted Thorin walking alone in a corridor. Bilbo smiled running up to Thorin.

"Hello, King Thorin," Bilbo said with a slight bow. He noticed Thorin had bags under his eyes and his hair was messier than normal.

"Master Baggins, I told you before. You do not need to be formal with me," Thorin told him.

"How are you feeling?" Bilbo asked after a few moments of silence.

Thorin nodded, "much better. Other than losing a few of my toes, I have completely recovered with no ill effects."

"That's good," Bilbo smiled. "Wait, should you be walking around alone? Shouldn't you have a guard or something?"

"I'm capable of defending myself Master Baggins," Thorin snapped back with a glare.

"Sorry," Bilbo said. He took a deep breath. He had to say good-bye to Thorin. This could be his only chance. He had to tell his friend good-bye, before he returned to the Shire and never saw him again. Thorin was his friend, the first real friend he had in very long time. Bilbo opened his mouth to say his last good-bye to Thorin, but the dwarf spoke first.

"Thank you, Bilbo. Thank you for everything you've done for me."

Bilbo smiled sadly, "it was nothing."

"No, you acted like a true friend. You acted for me, when I couldn't," Thorin said referring to him stealing the Arkenstone. "You saved my honor and me. If it wasn't for you and my kin I would still be lost. I would have become my grandfather."

Bilbo smiled at Thorin looking him in the eye. "Even without my help I think you would have beaten the sickness. You are the strongest and most stubborn dwarf I have ever met and I have met a lot of dwarves recently."

"No, I'm not," Thorin glanced down another hall, one that led to the treasure room. Bilbo noticed Thorin's hands were shaking slightly.

"Thorin…?"

"It's getting worse," Thorin said softly. "Like it was when we first came to Erebor. My dreams are getting darker and darker, more realistic. I can feel myself being drawn to the gold again."

Thorin paused for a moment looking down the corridor which led to the gold, its faint glow on the walls. Bilbo stepped out in front of Thorin's line of sight, drawing his eyes to him. Thorin's and his eyes met, but Thorin quickly looked away in shame.

"Thorin…what is it?"

It took Thorin a while to answer. "I don't want to be consumed by the gold again, Bilbo. Yet, I…I don't think I can keep fighting it much longer. The sickness is too strong for me."

Bilbo gasped. He reached out and put his hand on Thorin. "You can fight this Thorin. I know you can. You withstood the call of the gold once, you can do it again."

"At what price? It took me almost killing my nephew to beat it last time."

"It won't come to that Thorin. Have you told Fili and Kili it's getting worse?" Bilbo asked. He knew Fili and Kili's support was the best thing for Thorin. They reminded him of the real reason he reclaimed Erebor. It was their love and loyalty that kept Thorin in control. They reminded him that love and family was more important than riches and power, a fact the gold sickness blinded Thorin too.

"No, but I was trying to find them so I could before I ran into you," Thorin said honestly.

Bilbo nodded, "that's good. I know they will be able to help you through this after I'm…I'm…," Bilbo struggled to say what he needed too.

"After you're…what?" Thorin questioned.

Bilbo sighed. It was time. "Thorin, I have been here in Erebor for a long time now and I think it's time I…what I'm trying to say is-"

"King Thorin," a guard called out. Five dwarf guards walked up to Thorin and Bilbo "Lord Dain is requesting an audience with you."

Thorin glanced at Bilbo knowing the hobbit had something important to tell him. "Can it wait?" Thorin yelled back to the guards.

"No, my lord, Dain says it is important and he needs you to meet him in the throne room immediately. He said it cannot wait." One of the five guards informed him.

Thorin looked back to Bilbo. "Perhaps we can finish this another time," Thorin said and followed the guards to the throne room leaving Bilbo alone in the corridor.

"Good-bye Thorin," Bilbo said out loud with a sad smile and tears in his eyes.

So like I said this is Part II of this story and it's still far from over. Sadly, as I said before I am back to school so updating may take some time. Sorry about that.

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