I love your writing so much! If you're still doing prompts, could you do one where thorin thinks bilbos dead (but he's not ofc)? Thank you so much for these short fics!
Thorin drags himself to his feet, wincing in pain. His breath comes out in a heavy, gasping sigh as he moves away from the dead orc’s form. He leaves Orcrist behind, for a moment, as he limps towards the cliff’s edge. Beneath him, in the valley, the battle wages on.
He watches as the tide of the battle changes.
Thorin’s shoulders drop for a moment as he lets out another breath. Despite the pain, he has to join the battle in the valley. He wrenches his sword from Azog’s body, staring at the orc until he can breathe properly.
It doesn’t feel real but the dwarf walks away, scanning Ravenhill. He cannot hear any nearby brawls, which is good but potentially bad for him. Thorin grips Orcrist tightly as he hurries up the steep steps.
When he returns to where he had left Bilbo and Dwalin behind, he finds several dead goblins and orcs. Not a surprise there. He moves forward and then stops dead. The blue coat catches his eye.
Bilbo lays on the ground.
Thorin stumbles forward and then drops onto his knees, dropping Orcrist as he scoops up Bilbo’s limp form. His chest fills with terror.
“Bilbo..” Thorin strokes Bilbo’s cheek, his hand trembling.
This shouldn’t have happened. Not Bilbo… Bilbo should have gone home, after everything. Thorin swallows and then finds the wound on the hobbit’s head. It doesn’t look deep but it does look like he took a hit hard to the head.
Thorin doesn’t register the tears running down his cheek. A loud caw startles Thorin, though, and he looks up to the sky. An eagle flies over them, easily recognizable from months ago. His mouth opens in surprise.
A twitch in his arms and a groan startles the dwarf even more. He looks down. Bilbo stares blearily up at him.
Thorin’s mouth opens wider.
“Thorin?” Bilbo groans again, hand coming up to his head. “Ugh..”
The dwarf pulls Bilbo against his chest, crushing them together. Bilbo makes a disgruntled noise.
“Thorin! Let me breathe, please, and tell me what’s going on.” Even with his injury, Bilbo is still Bilbo. Thorin relaxes his grip on the hobbit. But he does not let the hobbit out of his arms.
“You must have hit your head,” Thorin answers, prodding at the injury.
Bilbo yelps and smacks Thorin hand away. “Stop that. Where… where’s Azog?”
Thorin meets Bilbo’s eyes. “I killed him.” Saying the statement makes it feel realer. Bilbo gasps and then Thorin finds the hobbit wrapping around him.
“Thank goodness,” Bilbo murmurs, squeezing Thorin with surprising strength. “Oh..”
Bilbo pulls back. Thorin stares at him. The relief of everything, of the dead orc, of Bilbo being alive, it culminates. His hands tremble but they cup Bilbo’s face carefully as he brings their mouths together in a messy attempt at a kiss.
Bilbo nearly knocks him over. They have a moment, at least for now.