The elf gently poured water into Thorin's mouth, wiping the excess off with a cloth as it slid down Thorin's chin.

"When will he wake?" Fili asked sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Hopefully soon Master Durin. He is swallowing the water which is a good sign of recovery" the elf smiled encouragingly at Fili and Kili before soaking another cloth in cold water and placing it across Thorin's forehead.

Balin thanked the elf and closed the door after she left.

Gandalf lit his pipe and blew circles of smoke into the air. They sat in silence for awhile, the only sound was of Thorin's heavy breathing and rustling of wind outside.

"Imagine if Elrond had not come?" Kili said.

Balin sighed sadly and said nothing.

"Azog the Defiler must die" Fili said angrily.

"In time Fili" Gandalf said, "For now, Thorin's recovery and our quest is the important thing".

"Where am I?" Thorin mumbled.

Everyone looked down at him in shock. Thorin's eyes were still closed but he had defiantly spoken.

"You are in Rivendell, House of Elrond" Gandalf answered.

Thorin opened his eyes slowly; the face of Balin came into view.

"Thorin?" Balin asked uncertainly.

"What happened?" he asked. His voice was hoarse.

"He's awake!" Kili yelled excitedly opening the door and allowing Dwalin to enter.

"Lord Elrond and his men saved us. A moment longer and…. Anyway, once Azog found he was outnumbered he ran" Balin said

"Like a dog with its tail between its legs" Dwalin interrupted.

Thorin lifted his head weakly to look at his nephews and Dwalin but quickly returned to his soft pillow.

"You gave us a fright" Thorin heard Gandalf say.

"How long have I been here?"

"Three Days"

Thorin looked at Gandalf in shock, "Three days … help me up" he asked Dwalin.

Dwalin put his arms under Thorin's back and lifted him up into a seated position. Thorin continued to hold onto Dwalin's arm to steady himself as his head spun, "We have a quest!"

"A quest that can wait for now Thorin Oakenshield. There would be no quest without you" Gandalf said.

Thorin seemed to have not heard Gandalf. He had swung his legs over the side to stand.

"You need rest, Laddie" Balin pleaded with Thorin.

"I have rested long enough" Thorin growled impatiently.

Dwalin pushed Thorin gently back into bed.

"No!" Thorin said jumping to his feet. Thorin felt his side stretch in pain and his head spin horribly. His eyes swiveled making everyone around him move out of focus. Thorin closed his eyelids to try and stop himself from fainting. Dwalin and Fili supported Thorin back into a seated position on the bed.

"Your compulsiveness and impatience will be your downfall Thorin" Gandalf said.

"I am going to vomit" Thorin mumbled. He had turned a deathly pale and his eyes were squeezed shut as he lent his head weakly against Dwalin's shoulder.

"Give us the bucket Kili! That one! Near the door!" Balin said.

Kili jumped to it and brought the bucket, "Here uncle"

Thorin's hands were shaking so much he could not grip the bucket. Dwalin held it instead while Balin held Thorin's hair in one hand and the other rubbed Thorin's back.

Thorin vomited a couple times before he passed out again, nearly toppling over the side and onto the stone floor had Dwalin not been there to catch him.

They tucked Thorin back into bed and wet another cloth to place onto his warm and sweaty forehead.

"I think I should chain him to the bed to make sure he does not tear his stitches or injure himself again" Gandalf said conjuring a rope and tying one of Thorin's wrists to the bed post.

Once they were sure Thorin was settled they left, closing the door gently as not to disturb him again.

"I will fetch Lord Elrond" Gandalf said, "I want to make sure he did not do any serious damage. You all should go and get some rest and food".