Just Short The Hobbit Edition

Frantically his eyes search the surging bodies for three that his heart holds dear. He had to get to them, had to keep them safe. His love and his two children. He curses Man as he slices one down, eyes finally landing on a familiar blond head. A smile graces his lips as he watches his oldest child protect the younger. They are doing well and it eases his heart as much as it can be when in the middle of a battle. A fierce war cry draws his eyes to his love, strong and determined to protect his home, his Heart, his children. Bilbis fights his way toward Thorim hazel eyes dark with determination that quickly turns to panic when he sees a Man knock his husband down. A cry escapes his lips, his children Fílik and Kílik turning in unison, their own cries echoing his.

He doesn't quiet know how but soon he is on his back, bleeding, hurting, not far from his husband. His stomach is the epicenter of his pain and he can't move. Can't stretch out a hand to grab a hold of Thorim's. He can't even close his eyes to prevent the image of his children being struck down. Fílik taking a barrage of arrows for his baby brother and Kílik screaming his pain at watching his One and Heart die before taking a spear to his side. Tears trail down his face. He's so close to them all but so far away. Above him the Man who struck him down laughs cruelly, sword gleaming in the fading light.

As the sword swing down he tries to remember happy things. He sees Thorim shifting slightly as he starts the courtship between the two. He remembers the joy that bloomed on his Thorim's face when it was declared that he was with child, a child who would be named after his uncle. He remembers to the look of Wonder on Fílik's face as he stroked his mother's belly.

"My brother is in there, Mama?" he asked in the blessed mixture of Khadzul ans Shirlect. He remembers laughing happily and saying that yes his little brother is in there. He remembers being so happy that after a risky pregnancy that Kílik was born safely.

So blissfully lost in his memories he doesn't feel the sting of metal cutting his neck.

Bilbo jolts up, a cry bubbling up from his lips and hand flying to his throat. He looks around the camp, his heart settling when he sees Thorin and his nephews. The heart wrenching dream he had is already fading away. He settles down, eyes closing, heart lulling back to the steady beat of one asleep. With a soft sigh he succumbs to the call of sleep. He doesn't see the yearning, older than they should be eyes drilling into his body