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The Hobbit gripped his bronze curls and squeezed his eyes closed, with his body curled into a ball, he leaned his head against a large rock and cried.
"THORIN!!" He screamed as loud as he could after quite a ling time. "THORIN!!"
Bilbo wiped his tears away and slowly got to his shaking feet and started searching for his Dwarvish love...
"Thorin! Where are you!" Bilbo started running threw the field of dead Orc and Elves and Dwarves and Human bodies.
"Please Thorin!" Bilbo screamed, his voice full of fear.
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The crying scared Hobbit searched alone for the whole night.
"THORIN!!" He yelled. "THORIN!! PLEASE, WHERE ARE YOU!!"
With his eyes red and swollen from crying, he fell to his knees. "This i-isn't real.. can't be real... can't-!" His trembling hands covered his face and he accepted the thought of never seeing the mountain King again...
Bilbo fell onto his side and started to drift off into a world of pain and sorrow, alone. In the moonlight, he thought to himself... ‘I can't quit... won't. Thorin needs me... and I need him... I will never stop searching until I find him!’
And with that Bilbo, opened his red swollen eyes and slowly got to his feet. "Thorin, where are you..."
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"BILBO!!" The mountain King had been searching for his Hobbit since last night.
Tears formed in the back of his eyes as he thought he'd never see his love again. "Where could you be?" He was worried and terrified he'd never see Bilbo again.
The battle for Erebor had finally finished yesterday morning. He was blessed that he had lived and most of his Company. Balin, Ori, and Bifur had died and been found among the many different bodies.
He was blessed that his nephews; Fili and Kili, had survived, but Kili was on the verge of losing his left arm, and Fili had many wounds that needed to be tended to, but he refused to leave Kili's bedside. And, the blond Dwarf won't let anybody near Kili, he was scared Kili was going to die...
Thorin shook his head and blinked back his tears. "Bilbo!!"
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After hours and hours of searching for his Hobbit, Thorin dragged his heavy feet back to Erebor, accepting the fact that... Bilbo was dead.
"I'm so sorry Bilbo." Thorin stopped walking and looked to the rising sun. "I'm sorry I lied to you. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you..."
Thorin bit his lip and closed his eyes lowering his head, he said a prayer in Dwarvish and continued down the stone hill he was on.
Half way down Thorin froze...
"THORIN!"
The King's head shot up at the little quiet cry and spun around.
"THORIN WHERE ARE YOU!"
His voice sounded far away and up the stone hill.
"THORIN!! Please... where could you be..." His voice was getting closer the higher up the hill Thorin ran.
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"Thorin... please, I need you..." Bilbo whispered quietly as he stopped walking and his tears took over.
The Hobbit covered his face in his hands and let out loud sobs and cries. Quickly giving himself a headache, Bilbo staggered around on the grass patch he was on.
"BILBO!" His voice was unmistakable...
The crying Hobbit shot his head up and blinked away his tears trying to focus on the figure in the distance.
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The smile on the Dwarf's face grew more and more as he saw Bilbo. "Bilbo!!"
"Thorin?!"
"Bilbo! My love-" Thorin ran faster.
"Thorin!" Bilbo cried and he started to running towards him.
When they finally reached each other, Thorin wrapped his arms around the small crying Hobbit and pulled him close to his chest.
"Oh Thorin!" Bilbo cried into his throat. "I-l thought I'd n-n-never s-see you aga-in!"
"Don't cry Bilbo..." Thorin combed a hand threw the Hobbit's bronze curls.
"Thorin, I t-thought you w-were dea-d!" Bilbo whispered.
"But I'm not!" Thorin whispered gently and stepped back and looked into Bilbo's eyes. "I'm here my love, I'm here-" Thorin smiled warmly.
Bilbo stood on his toes and kissed Thorin on his lips. They closed their eyes and lips slowly parting, tongues clashing against one another and hands gripping each other.
When they pulled back Bilbo smiled. "I'm so glad I found you Thorin."
Thorin kissed Bilbo's tears away, and secretly put one of his golden rings on his pocket...
When Bilbo let out a breath with a hint of a laugh, he kissed Thorin again.
"Come on Bilbo." Thorin whispered as he picked up his Hobbit and held him like nothing else mattered in the world... and nothing did.
They were alive and in love.