Concerning Ships...

[breakofday]

I am Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror, King Under the Mountain. I demand you tell me what exactly this 'Thilbo' nonsense is.

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[breakofday]

[He winces just slightly.]

Would you have done this when you first left your home?

[burgling]

You were not much to me when I left my home. I'm not sure what I would have done. Put your hand here.

[He's going to need to lean into the dwarf. Sorry for the intrusion.]

[breakofday]

[He's kind of okay with the intrusion, actually. He hides another slight wince, watching the hobbit with some curiosity.] I did not care much for you then either.

[Yet now he's allowing him to treat his injuries, something he rarely allows anyone. Oh how things have changed...]

[burgling]

You hardly need to tell me that.

[The smile is small but there's nothing awkward about it as he leans away to tighten the linens that smell decided of lavender and hobbit.]

I dare say you loathed me.

[breakofday]

I did not believe you could possibly understand. Bringing someone - like you - into a fight that was not his own...I was certain you would be killed or go home once you understood the dangers.

[It's actually refreshing, being this honest with him.]

[burgling]

I nearly did go home. Though, thinking on it now, had I left? I'd be dead. Another jaunt with the giants? Certainly not thank you. And you not there to save me from my fall? And I not there to defend you when you fell?

[Babbling again. He crawls around behind the dwarf. It certainly must be strange to have a halfling clinging like that, hugging you from behind.]

[breakofday]

[It is a little strange. Thorin's not accustomed to physical contact, though he's a sucker for it. He glances back at him.]

I understand now why Gandalf insisted you be our fourteenth member.

[burgling]

For being completely impossible to rely on because of my ever changing emotions?

[And not so terrible scent? Nearly done, hold on.]

[breakofday]

You have not failed us when we needed you most. I would be dead if you had not come. [He's quiet for a moment.] You have a true heart.

[burgling]

[Not the best place to pause, mid hug.]

I couldn't leave you to die. We're nothing without you.

[breakofday]

[He unconsciously leans into Bilbo a little bit.] ...That's a kind thing to say.

[burgling]

It's meant to be the truth.

[He sits back on his heels before he gets toppled over and loses his place on the linen roll.]

You're our leader. You're our glue. Cracked ribs is enough danger and pain to be in, don't you think? Just-- Try to think of us. Kili and Fili will be inconsolable.

[breakofday]

You think a great deal on my death. [He glances back at him.] I do not plan to die for some years.

[burgling]

[This strange not hug? Well it's a definite, actual hug now.]

Thank you so much for saying it.

[breakofday]

[He smiles at that, looking back at him and leaning into it.] Push it from your mind, Bilbo.

[burgling]

Oh! Of course, right. Yes, better thing to discuss, more cheerful things, not too tight is it?

[He sure gets flustered fast.]

[breakofday]

[Was it calling the hobbit by his name that flustered him so much? He's a little amused.] It's fine.

[burgling]

[More than likely. And the kind words. The soft voice. The weight against him-- Lots of reasons!]

Well, then, tuck this in and...done!

[breakofday]

[He winces slightly as he finishes up.] ...Thank you.

[burgling]

[Aaaaand now to take your hands back, Bilbo! Bilbo...?]

No thanks needed. I should let Oin know you need some salve--

[breakofday]

I'll be fine. [Though he notices Bilbo's hands are still on him.]

[burgling]

It's not a terrible thing to be pampered. You are king.

[breakofday]

With no kingdom.

[burgling]

Yet.

[His smile would be kinder if the dwarf could see it, but you know, he's still sort of hanging on. Gods help him.]

[breakofday]

Sit by me. [Because he has no idea what Bilbo's doing.]