It's difficult for the dwarf. He's so close. So very close to the place he once called home, that he saw fall back over a hundred years ago. So close and yet felt so very far.

In the darkness he squeezes Bilbo's hand back, sighs heavily. He does not sleep, though he does almost nod off a few times. When the sun rises once again Thorin almost doesn't want to wake those who have slept. They have much to do, they will need their energy. When the boys wake though he will move, needing to stretch stiff limbs.

He'll be mindful to not jar Bilbo too much, if he's managed to sleep.

"Dori, Nori, Ori, stay with the ponies, let us know if anything comes near the mountain. We shall go in and see if everything is well."