Just Short The Hobbit Edition

Bilbo pretends to sleep every night. He closes his eyes but he never sleeps. Sleeping is his true fear, he feared sleeping more than Wargs, more than Dragons, in fact there is nothing he feared more than sleep. While others had sweet dreams or cruel nightmares or even the blessed nothingness of pure and deep sleep he, he dreamnt of things far scarier then nightmares. Scarier because deep down in his soul he knew that it was the truth. Truth from long ago but still the truth. So Bilbo pretends, pretends to sleep, pretends to be grumpy when woken, he's done this since he was a small Fauntling. When he was young, when he was small his dreams were horrid and scary. All around him people, dwarves, men, elves, even hobbits are fighting. He's in the middle of it all. He can feel the desperation, the need to get somewhere, to save and protect someone only to be struck. He falls onto his back and stares up into a face clouded by pain and knows that this is his death. Yet before the sword can fall and take his life he is awoken by his mother, she's always crying, begging him to come back to her, to not leave her oh Eru don't take her Bilbo and his father will be clutching at his wife confusion in and fear in his eyes as he holds her.

As he grew older the dreams shifts, they still show things that end horribly but at times they show happy things. He hates the happy dreams because he doesn't want to wake up and fears he will sleep forever. His fear isn't ungrounded, once he slept a whole week, a whole week of being happy in his dreams that ended with a scream. He shivers slightly, not from the cold but from the mere memory of how that dream ended, he wouldn't let his mother out of his sight for a long time. You can't leave me!!! No!!! I won't let them have you!!! You can't leave me and Papa, you can't. Please don't momma. Please don't leave me. Someone to his left shifts and he stills, his face going blank. He doesn't want his traveling companions to know. His eyes open when he feels a body move closer to him and his vision is filled with dark hair. A smile makes its way onto his face as he shifts so that Kili can get comfortable next to him. It's not long after Kili settles that his brother cuddles next to him. Bilbo pets his blond hair and for once wishes he can dream, dream and be normal like his Fili and Kili... Though they aren't his anymore. It doesn't matter, they will never know of his dreams filled with laughing children and a smiling dwarf who holds him as if he is a great treasure. They will never know of the horrid ends they met, never know that he saw two parts of his heart start to fall before he was brought down. Never, not if he has any say over the matter.