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Thorin Oakenshield was up in a flash; sword drawn and his eyes bouncing around his surroundings wildly. "What?" He demanded, "Who is there?" He hadn't slept long when he'd returned to the spot where the rest of his company rested in Rivendell. Most were still sleeping save for Bofur whom had sat up on his elbows and was staring wide-eyed at his king. "Wh-what is the matter?" Bofur inquired softly, keeping his voice low so as to not wake the others. "I heard…I felt…something," Thorin explained, tip-toeing his way over to the other dwarf. "Ouch!" Bilbo Baggins, whom had been nestled next to Bofur, yelped and jerked up right,

       "You're a bloody idiot!" Thorin yelled at Bilbo, forcing the Halfling against the rocky mountainside. "You could have gotten yourself killed!" His fist slammed down on the rock beside Bilbo's cheek.       Bilbo met Thorin's furious eyes, confused but defiant. "I saved you."       "For which I am eternally grateful," Thorin snarled, the truth in his words startling Bilbo. "But my life is not worth yours." His voice was soft, pain shining in his eyes.  The fist that landed near Bilbo's face uncurled, moving slowly to the Halfling's cheek, cupping it gently. "My life will never be worth yours."       "You're wrong," Bilbo's voice wa