"After everything...after the way I treated you and still you worry for me." He said, shaking his head as he settled next to the bed. He hesitated but a moment before taking Bilbo's hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Azog is dead. I was able to defeat him." He pulled his shirt up, showing a very faint scar on his side. "This is the worst I got from him. You though...we all thought you were going to die." He said the words softly, squeezing his hand again as if checking to see that the other was real.

"I thought I was going to lose you..." He said before blushing and clearing his throat. "The company wouldn't have known what to do without you." He said, looking down suddenly.