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6 Mar 2013
The night when he wakes up thrashing with the Prince of Erebor kneeling by his bedside in a nightshirt comes as an unpleasant surprise.
“I… I…” Bilbo tries to apologize, but his throat closes on the words.
“You were whimpering in your sleep.” Thorin says. “And begging. Is there aught that I should know?”
Bilbo sags back into the mattress and shakes his head. He has little to complain about. He was protected at every juncture of his journey. No goblin ever touched him or bit into him. The things he sees in the darkness are phantasms and not memory. “No. Forgive me. I won’t wake you again.”
Thorin waves off his apology like it’s an insect …and not one that would have survived the encounter either. “You will tell me what it is that you need.” He says it like a general, like a man used to giving orders, and surprisingly Bilbo responds to it.
“I need…” He takes a ragged breath. “I need to not think for a while.”
“Perhaps I can help with that.” Thorin says.
Bilbo is taken as a slave by goblins and liberated by the dwarves of Erebor. This is the story of what comes after that.