Summary: Bilbo tends to Thorin and Bazani sets her plan in motion.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. This is fiction
Bit of a spoiler for DOS here
Step One
Bilbo wiped the sweat from Thorin's brow. The king was not getting any better. If anything he was getting worse. Oin's only explanation was that the aconite had been mixed with something else to make the poison more potent. He was testing Thorin every day to see what it was, but so far he had no luck. Even now the physician sat by the king, checking his pulse and his eyes. Bilbo smiled at the dwarf.
"Oin, you know you should be at council. They'll want to know how Thorin is."
"I know. But I hate council now. That bitch residing over it."
With Thorin sick, Bazani, as his wife, was now the acting Head of the Council of Erebor. She wasn't bad, however very few dwarves liked the came across as cold and uncaring to some, while to others she was hot headed and temperamental. To Bilbo and the Company, she was a bitch.
"Oin, go and give your report. And then you must rest. You nearly spend more time here than me and I'm the king's lover."
"Very well. I will have Bombur send Bofur up with food. You need some company besides Thorin."
Bilbo smiled at Oin as he left the room. He knew his friends were concerned about him. They just didn't understand that this was how a Hobbit loved. They always put their partner before themselves. It wasn't unusual for a Hobbit to die of heartbreak if they lose their partner. He looked down at Thorin. The king seemed to be in constant pain from the poison running through his veins. And there was nothing they could do. Oin was afraid to give him any pain killers in case they reacted with whatever had been mixed in with the poison. Bilbo wiped more sweat from Thorin's face. He hoped Oin found something soon. The king's life depended on it.
Bazani was delighted. Well, inside she was. Outside, she looked concerned and upset as Oin told the council of Thorin's status.
"I am afraid there is no change. He neither gets better or worse."
"Can anything be done?"
"Lord Kilor, I would like to go to the elves."
"Elves? Why the elves?"
"I have heard many tales of elven healing. Indeed I saw with my own eyes when an elven maiden healed Kili in Laketown. He had been poisoned by an Orc arrow, yet there isn't even a scar now."
Damn is all. If Oin had an elven healer brought they'd easily find the ladybell traces. It was a plant found only in Mirkwood. Oin rarely used it, so he had no clue of it's side effects. She cleared her throat, gaining the attention of the room.
"Let us not go to the elves just yet. Thorin has great faith in you Oin, as do I. Only when things look truly dire shall we appeal to King Thranduil. Agreed?"
The council agreed and Oin was sent away,glaring at the Queen. Kilor sighed.
"We still have no clue who did this to the king?"
"Is it not obvious?"
"My Queen?"
"It was the Hobbit. He has always hated me for marrying his Thorin and now he is out to get me."
"But surely my Queen. If Bilbo hated you, he would try to kill you and not Thorin?"
"No gentlemen. That's too obvious. He poisons the King and blames me. I am imprisoned or sent back home and he can be with Thorin. It's a genius plan."
She smirked as she looked around the council room. It seemed everyone believed her,even Kilor, who was good friends with Bilbo. This was too easy.
Bilbo laughed at Bofur's story about Borin and Frerin's sword.
"My word. Borin is just like Frerin."
"Aye, heard headed and over confident. Ah, but I love them and wouldn't change either for all the gold in Erebor."
The hobit smiled. He was glad to see his friend happy. Bilbo jumped as the doors to Thorin's room burst open, Bazani leading guards in.
"There he is. You know what to do."
One of the guards stepped away from the group and grabbed Bilbo.
"Bilbo Baggins, you're under arrest for the attempted murder of King Thorin Oakenshield."
A/N Done. R&R please. Who's hating Bazani, but at the same time, thinking she's a bit of an evil genius? I know I am. Next chapter, Dwalin brings Bilbo to his cell and Kili travels to Mirkwood.