Requested by @angel-timelord and @CaptainSleepyHead ; The second part of 'Imagine Thorin kills you because he thinks that you stole his gold when he has the Dragon Sickness.'

I woke up with pain everywhere. I couldn't move or another part of my body started to throb. There were no sounds around me and it scared me. Shouldn't there be the sounds of the battle? Shouldn't there be the sounds of metal against metal? It was all so strange to me. 'Thorin? Thorin can you hear me?'

Someone was calling my name. I felt a light touch on my shoulders and finally my eyes were able to focus. First I could only see those eyes. I had seen them for many decades now but never like this. They were worried. Worried about my safety? That must mean the battle was over. But who won? 'Did we loose?' I asked. I was shocked to hear my voice. It sounded nothing like me.

The power had disappeared, if only temporarily, from my voice. Everything stung, especially my chest. It hurt just above my left chest. Just above my heart. The voice took a deep breath. 'We won Thorin, you are the King.' I frowned. I knew that, did someone think I wasn't? Slowly it came back to me as my eyes adjusted to the light in the room. There had been so many screams. So many dwarves who fell to the ground and would never get back up again.

'The Company?' I tried to ask. My ribs were hurting me when I spoke. What would others think of me? The great dwarven King, laying somewhere with wounds covering his body. 'They are all alive, some have injuries but nothing too serious. Fili and Kili were in critical condition, just like yourself, but they are no longer in danger.' Finally I recognised the voice.

'Dwalin?' And then I also saw him. 'Who else do you think would sit beside you for five days in a row?' he asked jokingly. We looked at each other as in a silent conversation. We didn't need words anymore, not after all those years. I swallowed thickly, it meant a lot to me that my best friend was still alive. It could have ended very different, we both knew that. 'I'm sorry for my behaviour' I started but was stopped by a subtle hand.

'You already apologised' Dwalin assured me. I tried to fake a smile as I laid back down. But of course he could see that I was hurting. He knew me too well. 'There is just one thing...' he started carefully. My heart stopped for a moment. What? What had happened? Did something happen to my sister, to Bilbo or to- 'Where is (y/n)?' I asked.

Dwalin no longer looked into my eyes. 'Where did you leave her?' he asked in a whispered tone. I was confused. What did he mean? Why would I leave her anywhere? I would have kept her close to me to protect her. 'You left her somewhere in the mountain, Thorin. Try to remember.' I heard the plea in my friend's voice but I didn't know what he was talking about.

If I left here in the mountain then she should be safe. It was clear from the look in Dwalin's eyes that this wasn't the case. 'What happened Dwalin?' My old friend got tears in his eyes. I started to doubt if I wanted to hear the answer. All I remembered was falling beneath the weight of the Gold Sickness. It had gotten to my grandfather and to my father, and it had me in it's grip too. Until the point I was strong enough to see the light.

Then, we had all rushed into battle. There was nothing in between, was there? 'You accused her of stealing your gold and you dragged her to Mahal knows where. We have searched for her but we can't find her' Dwalin explained. I could see that he was trying to remain calm. We had all grew fond of the lass. No one wanted to see her getting hurt. To think that I -

'I don't know where I left her' I confessed.

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There were many sleepness nights. Months had passed since the battle. Dwalin stayed by my side the whole time. Others visited me and tried to help me remember to where I brought (y/n). None of them could help me. 'Here lad, this should help you sleep' Oin said and handed me a drink. I took it thankfully and within minutes I fell asleep. That night I dreamed of her. I saw her face in front of me. She was scared, so scared.

I had locked her in a dark place. There were no windows, only a small opening in some kind of door. I was screaming her name. If only she could tell me where she was. 'Just tell me' I begged her. But there was only a sad look on her face. The door closed and I screame for her once again. There were so many rooms outside of hers. It looked like the old cells in the lower parts of Erebor. My father had once brought me there to show me where we stored our criminals.

I woke up with a scream. Dwalin jumped up from his chair where he had been sleeping, his axe ready in his hands. Sweat was dripping off my forehead. My chest was sticking to the covers. It had been a true nightmare. 'My king-' 'I know were she is' I declared. Without waiting for an answer I jumped out of bed. Dwalin followed close behind. No one else needed to come with us. If she truly was where I thought she would be... It would be enough for them to hear about it.

We ran to the lower cells, as fast as our feet could carry us. 'We have never looked here' Dwalin said. I didn't look at the cells around me. At that point I could only look at the door at the end of the room. The cell where we locked the ones who weren't allowed to see daylight ever again. My heart was beating wildly in my chest. It had been months, if she was in here...

We could already smell it when we came closer. Neither of us said anything. We just covered our noses as I looked for the right key. Please fit, please fit, please fit - The door opened slowly. I was hesitant to go in. I didn't want to see what I had done. We looked at each other and I went in. Slowly I pushed the door open when I heard a sound. I stuck my head around the corner and I almost vomitted.

I closed the door immediately. I rested my head against the door and closed my eyes. 'Is she in there?' Dwalin asked, his voice almost a whisper. I nodded. It was silent for a long time.

'I will get someone to help' Dwalin informed me and went away. I couldn't move. I had left her here, clawing for breath and freedom. She had died laying against the door. Maybe she had been calling our names. Maybe she had simply tried to scratch the door open. Whatever it was she had done last, it was my fault. I was the only one who was to blame for this. And I would never forgive myself. I would give her a proper grave and I deserve it if her spirit decides to haunt me for the rest of my life.