Thorin entered Bilbo's room slowly, letting his eyes adjust to the dim light cast in the room from candles set around the room and the fire burning low in the fireplace. Oin nodded to Thorin as he moved out of the room, his medical bag left on a bench by the bed. The door closed behind Thorin as Bilbo looked over at him, leaning back against a pile of pillows and looking a little miffed but amused, "Those two are worse motherhens than Dori is."
"They have a right to worry," Thorin found his voice and moved further into the room. "You looked to be on death's door when we got here."
"I was no where near," Bilbo's small smile didn't dim, but his eyes were solemn. He had been near enough the door many a time to know when he was not near it, Thorin mused.
"Maybe, maybe not. But to the rest of us, you were," Thorin finally reached the bed, looking down at his hobbit. "Please, don't do that again."
"I can make no promises, oh king," Bilbo's smile slipped from his lips. "But you know that."
"Aye, I do. It just makes me feel better to say it out loud," Thorin's hand twitched at his side, wishing to reach out and make sure his hobbit was still there. Bilbo caught the movement and sighed before holding out his hand. Thorin took it easily as he sat on the edge of the bed, taking the smaller hand in his two, "You scared me today, Bilbo."
"I know and I am sorry for that," Bilbo let his head fall back against his pile of pillows. "I honestly thought I was dead when I fell. I forgot being a creature of the Old Lands has a few perks. It would take more than a fall from that height to kill a creature who is of the skies, in a sense."
"You still could have died," Thorin growled, meeting Bilbo's eyes. "You're not immortal."
Bilbo's silence had Thorin pausing, searching the skinchanger's face. His sharp intake of breath had Bilbo looking away, "In a way, I am not immortal, for I can die. Normal means can kill me, but I've found falling is not an effective means to try to kill me by."
"Bilbo," Thorin breathed out before leaning forward, gently resting his forehead against Bilbo's. "Please, focus on living. I can't…..I can't lose you."
"And I don't plan on having you finding me again," Bilbo closed his eyes. "It was terrifying, waking up alone in that ravine. I didn't know where you were or what had happened to the others. And then I heard the wargs overhead and I had to find you. I just knew you were in danger because you always are."
"I will try to do better, my love," Thorin pressed a gentle kiss to Bilbo's nose before leaning back. "Gandalf said you wanted to talk?"
"Yes, that. It seems that we've been dancing around each other for some time about some very important part of dwarven culture," Bilbo's small smile was back as his eyes slipped open. "Something you might be forgetting to tell me?"
"Not quite forgetting, just actively avoiding," Thorin smiled softly. "But yes, you are my One."
"Ah, good, I was right," Bilbo laughed lightly, squeezing Thorin's hand. "You realize this isn't going to be easy."
"Well yes, but I think having a hobbit as my consort is not as horrible as having an elf," Thorin let go of Bilbo's hand to start removing his boots.
"What are you doing now?" Bilbo frowned.
"This is going to be a long conversation so I might as well get comfortable," Thorin glanced at Bilbo as he pulled off his boot. "I'm sure much shorter since you have some insight into dwarven culture, but we still have to go over me being a royal and you being you."
"What's that suppose to mean?" Bilbo looked slightly offended.
"It means this conversation is not happening until you rest, my love," Thorin removed his other boot and slipped off his sword belt before lying back and on his side so he could look at Bilbo. "Go to sleep, little one. Beorn says there's at least three days work before we can even think about leaving."
"I'm fine, Thorin, really," Bilbo tried to argue, he really did. Thorin just ignored it by removing all of Bilbo's pillows but one and pulling the skinchanger close.
"Go to sleep," Thorin pressed his face into Bilbo's curls.
"This is quite unfair," Bilbo huffed but seconds later he was breathing lightly, relaxed in Thorin's hold. The dwarf smiled before closing his eyes, happy to have his One safely in his arms.