Thorin stared down at Azog, sword held limply in his hand, feeling oddly empty. This….this was all that he had ever wanted and now…now what did he want? At that thought he looked up at the large dragon standing over all of them, slowly closing his jaw as what was left of the orcs burned into ash. The others had removed themselves from the tree and were staring up at the dragon in mixed degrees of awe, surprise and relief. Thorin felt his blade fall from his hand as before their eyes the dragon started to shrink, changing shape. He was by Bilbo's side as the little hobbit finally stopped changing, swaying dangerously. He looked horrible, bloody, bruised and his eyes were having trouble focusing. But he was alive. Thorin shrugged off his coat and got it around Bilbo in time to catch the hobbit, lowering them slowly to the ground as he held his One close. He pressed his forehead to Bilbo's, not even caring for the tears streaming down his cheeks, "Bilbo….oh, Bilbo."

"That…that would be me," Bilbo smiled weakly. "Right here…..very warm…..comfy."

"Don't ever do that again," Thorin pulled back a little, pressing one hand gently against Bilbo's cheek. "Don't ever leave me. Do you hear?"

"I can't make that promise," Bilbo murmured, eyes fluttering a bit as he fought to stay conscious.

"I know….just…just don't go where I can't follow," Thorin pressed a soft kiss to Bilbo's lips. "Now rest. We are safe, thanks to you. Which we will talk about. Later. Just rest."

"Yes, my king," Bilbo gave a breathy laugh before resting his head against Thorin's chest, passing out. Thorin let out a sigh, feeling as if the world had been lifted off his shoulders. It was only then he noticed the others. Or heard the others would be a better way to put it. Gandalf was kneeling across from him, smiling a little, watching something over Thorin's shoulder. Behind him he could hear yelling.

"…stay away from my brother!"

"Keep your hands off my brother!"

"He had no right!"

"And you think your brother had no part in it!"

"Enough!" to Thorin's surprise, it was Fili who yelled. Thorin stood, Gandalf rising with him, and turned, Bilbo still in his arms, safely wrapped in his coat. Dori and Nori had Ori behind them, keeping him away from where Balin and Kili were standing over Dwalin, who looked absolutely miserable. Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Oin and Gloin were standing off to the side, looking stunned while Fili stood between the two groups, looking furious, "Enough of this! You are all being foolish!"

"That…that…that brute attacked Ori!" Dori growled while Nori tightened his hold on his knives.

"My brother was trying to help your brother out of the tree!" Balin roared back, the normally calm dwarf now looking ready to kill a whole army of orcs on his own.

"Ori didn't need his help!"

"Dwalin was being nice!"

"Then what was the kiss for!"

Thorin couldn't help it. Between losing Bilbo and then getting him back and then killing Azog, Thorin had realized how tired, how bone-weary he was. So, he just laughed, shaking his head, drawing everyone's attention to him, Bilbo and Gandalf, "Bilbo is alright, just so you all know."

"I have friends coming who are more than willing to help get us to a safe location so Bilbo may heal," Gandalf sounded amused. Good, just so that Thorin wasn't the only one.

"Good. Now, for this other matter. Ori, is Dwalin your One?" Thorin focused on the youngest dwarf. Dori and Nori rounded on him, eyes wide. Dwalin perked up, looking hopeful.

"Well….I…y-y-yes…yes he is, sir," Ori nodded, glancing at Dwalin, then away.

"Why didn't you ever tell us?" Dori gasped.

"B-because…because Nori was always saying bad stuff about him and you were always grumbling and I didn't meet him, really meet him till this quest and I didn't think he really liked me," Ori fumbled with his gloves, shuffling his feet. "And you never asked. You just kept pushing others away from me."

"Oh, Ori….." Dori held a hand up to his mouth. Most dwarves live entire lives without having a One, but those who do have a One struggle, especially after meeting them.

"How long have you known?" Nori rounded on Dwalin.

"Since Dori brought him the one time to get you out of jail," Dwalin stood, looking Nori right in the eye. "25 years I've known and I've let it be. I'd accepted you'd want someone better for your brother. As long as he was happy, I could be happy."

"Dwalin," Balin rested his hand on Dwalin's arm, looking sad. He knew, of course he knew, but it didn't make any of this hurt any less for the older of the two brothers.

"No, that is not allowed," Dori growled, grabbing Ori. He shoved his younger brother into Dwalin before round on Nori, "I will not let what ever is between you and Dwalin keep Ori away from his One. I don't care if he is Dwalin and he can be a pigheaded fool, his is Ori's other half and I will not watch our brother waste away like Mother did! And you!" Dori rounded on Dwalin. "You will take the best care of Ori or so help me I will ruin you and not even our great king himself could stop me!"

"I'd actually help, probably," Thorin shrugged, earning a glare from Dwalin before the dwarf looked down at Ori.

"You….." Dwalin started then stopped, swallowing. Ori huffed before standing on his tiptoes and kissing Dwalin. Nori looked about ready to kill something as Dwalin pulled Ori close, kissing back. Balin and Dori held Nori back together, both looking very smug and very happy. Thorin could see those two planning the wedding of the century.

"I believe, now that we have this whole thing figured out we may go?" Gandalf drew everyone's attention to him. "Our ride is here."

With that he turned as a great eagle landed beside him, others landing not far off. The eagle bowed, "We have received your missive, Master Wizard, and would be more than happy to bear you, Master Bilbo, and your company to Master Beorn's."

"Thank you, Master Eagle," Gandalf bowed back before turning to the others. "Shall we be off?"