Thorin had been lightly dozing, more out of pure exhaustion than anything, when Bilbo comes in. He comes to fully as the hobbit falls to his knees in tears, sobbing out something about his nephews. Thorin feels his blood run cold at the words, his heart surely stops beating for a moment.

"Tis a horrible jest you play on me, Bilbo Baggins." He shakes his head, swallowing thickly. This can't be happening.

"I must see them, let me see them." The king though is still to weak to leave his bed, he must stay to rest.