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2 Weeks since Thorin was in a coma due to his injury.
Bilbo can still remember the outcome of the fight against the pale orc, the dead orc stabbing through the ice of the lake broken and Thorin, bloodied and wounded on the side of the cliff lying on a bed of blood-red snow, when he finally arrives near him, the king expresses his regrets and goodbye, and any plea on his part is silenced by the final words of the dwarf in his arms. The eagles arrive and Óin barely manage to save the king from his deadly wound, all that Erebor can do is now wait for his king to wake up.
Every day, the dwarves of Erebor repair their city piece by piece; the gate clears from its rubble by the soldiers who are also present in the armoury; the scribes in the massive library have sorted out books and agreements, Dwarfs are also responsible for exploring the passages, whether safe or not, and looking for the risk of a landslide. Bilbo help where he could, moving some small stone, sorting certain books or even helping the wounded dwarves and the starved men who came to live in the mountains for the winter. The company itself helps almost everywhere; it would be unfair and disrespectful for him to remain in his tent dÓing nothing; he must find something to take care of.
So, there he is with Óin to heal the wounds of the dwarves and men wounded during the battle, the elves having already recovered from their wounds and beginning to return to their forests, their king thranduil remains and holds meetings with Bard and Dain for future union, the only thing he knows are the information that Balin tells him when they visit the tent of the comatose king together. All he understands is that two weeks have passed and the elves and dwarfs are not ready to unite again, stubborn as they are, and Bard is not much help in calming things down.
The hours pass by and Óin and him cleans the wounds effectively, when a soldier suddenly appears shouting and out of breath inside the tent, Óin notices him and quickly steps forward red with anger “there are wounded here stupid iron helmet! Out” the soldier did not move in front of Óin but appeared relieved and spoke "healer Óin, come! the king showed signs of awakening, Mr. Balin sent me some has fast has he ca-" before the poor dwarf finished his sentence, Óin run out of the tent.
The soldier went out to follow the doctor, leaving the hobbit still standing behind him;
he woke up.
After two weeks.
his consciousness returned and bilbo ran. the tent of the wounded was placed in an easily accessible area without any risk of a landslide or winter winds; all he has to do is pass some tents to access the wing reserved for the wounded royal family, arrive in front are Dwalin and the princes whom Óin must almost certainly have cleared outside.
Fili sees him arrive and smiles at him, then raises an eyebrow “bilbo! You arrived almost as fast as Óin, unfortunately we’re stuck outside” “because I’m quoting, you dumb stone head will only be in my way” kili continues with a sulking face. Laughter comes to him more easily than he thought after these last weeks, even wounded the princes didn’t change, bilbo was afraid it did after their awakening.
Kili having suffered the least injury, a loss of blood led by the blade of orc stuck on his side, he wakes up just 3 days later and now has only enormous muscle rigidity, fili, on the other hand, was not has lucky, he wakes up barely a week ago and has only been moving for a day. He was stabbed between his heart and spinal cord and threw from almost 10 meters, which caused him many fractures and will makes him spent a few months in a wheelchair.
Dwalin only polishes his axes on the side without a sound, which leaves the noise from the inside audible, the boys are silent and Bilbo approaches, the distinct voice of Óin cursing but if bilbo comes closer and concentrate he can distinguish a very low and husky deep voice, this voice is too low to understand anything, but bilbo knows, he knows who this voice belongs to.
He has been dreaming for the past two weeks of hearing his voice; a few minutes pass in silence, when Óin comes out and closes the tent just as quickly, "Bilbo, the king is waiting for you," he moves to let him through and Bilbo enter.
The inside of the tent has not changed since he last came, except that in the middle is a bed with a well-conscious person lying there looking at him, for a moment, bilbo fear that the dwarf will be retaken from the gold disease or that he will be thrown away, or worse, killed for having stolen the stupid stone.
A wave of unease passes through him to be observed for this long, the king’s eyes after having observed him in silence look him straight in the eye, hold out his hand and smile. Relief arrives a masse,
he is awake, the king is awake.
A sob escapes and he approaches to take the outstretched hand with a broken smile of tears.
"amralimê" Thorin’s deep voice and his smile breaks his restraint and he melts into tears.
Thorin is finally awake