"Bilbo!" Kili was never more relieved to see their burglar. With a grin, he squeezed Bilbo's shoulder fondly, hardly paying attention to his words as he looked past him. "Leave? But we just got here! Where are the others?"

Bilbo shook his head, adamant against the idea of them staying. “No![i] You don't understand.[/i] I have tried talking to him, but he won’t listen.”

Oin could see that Bilbo was even more frazzled than usual. “What do you mean, laddie?”

Bilbo gave an exasperated sigh. “THORIN. Thorin. Thorin. He’s been out there for days. He doesn’t sleep. He barely eats. He’s not been himself - not at all. It’s this - it’s this place. I think a sickness lies on it.”

Cenrid scoffed lowly, and Kili looked to the hobbit with worry, then to his godmother as if she needed to confirm the fact. “Sickness? What kind of sickness?”