Gold

Gold - By: Imagine Dragons

As Thorin lay there on the verge of death all he could do was ponder upon the past.
Fast comes the blessing of all that you've dreamed.
Then comes the curses of diamonds and rings.
Only at first did it have it's appeal.
Now you can't tell the false from the real.
Thorin had really messed up this time. He had gotten both his nephews killed and Bilbo was probably next.
Oh Bilbo.
What Thorin had done to you. The king knew it was unforgivable.
I held you over the very edge of the mountain, threatening to toss you off. You were terrified and I could see it, but something in me couldn't stop myself. Not until Gandalf managed to grab my attention.
I let go of you and you were gone. I hadn't seen you since... And now I was doomed to die.
Who can you trust...?
Who can you trust...?
When everything, everything, everything you touch turns to gold, gold, gold...
Everything. Everything. Everything you touch turns to-
Gold.
Gold.
Gold.
Then there were the many times before that where Thorin threatened to kill anyone who didn't help search for the Arkenstone. Or when he'd turn on someone who suggested something otherwise.
Especially poor Bilbo.
Statues and empires are all at your hands.
Water and wine and the finest of sands.
When all that you have turns stale and it's cold.
You no longer feel when your hearts to to stone.
I don't know what came over me.
One moment I was walking down the halls happily to go see if there was any progress on the Arkenstone. But then I passed by camp to see you sleeping on the job. Everyone else was searching while you slept. It felt as if you didn't even care.
Then I snapped.
Stomping over to where you were I kicked you awake with a jolt.
"What do you think you're doing?" I asked, spitting pure venom at you.
You blinked a few times, utterly confused.
"What do you mean what am I doing? I was sleeping..."
"On the job? I don't think so. You should be helping everyone else looking for the Arkenstone."
"I am only a simple Hobbit, Thorin? I'm not built for the same type of constant labor as you dwarves. Allow me to sleep a little longer."
Anger filled me. I don't know why. You were absolutely right, but we all know it wasn't really me, right?
I swung at you, hitting you hard in the face. A bruise started to quickly form and then I tackled you.
You screamed for your dear life, trying to push me off.
I tried to choke you in the end, but I was pulled away by my nephews.
They saved your life when I tried to end it.
Who can you trust...?
Who can you trust...?
When everything, everything, everything you touch turns to gold, gold, gold?
Everything. Everything. Everything you touch turns to-
Gold.
Gold.
Gold.
As Thorin was breathing his last breaths a Hobbit advanced him steadily.
"Oh no... Thorin..."
The dwarf turned towards Bilbo. "Bilbo... why are you here?"
"Why am I here? To help you!"
"There's no helping me, Bilbo. You can not carry me and I can not possibly walk. This is the end... so allow me to speak these last words."
"Of course."
"I love you, Bilbo Baggins, though I imagine it hasn't been very obvious. I never meant to deal the harm I gave you, but it was the sickness. Gold sickness... So I ask for your forgiveness. But if you do not, I will still entirely respect and love you."
Bilbo was crying.
"Thorin of course I forgive you! I know it wasn't you... and I love you too... But please don't die on me."
"It is done..."
I'm dying to feel again.
Oh anything at all.
But oh I feel nothing, nothing, nothing...
The last words I told you would hopefully be remembered for good.
"If only more people valued home above gold... this world would be a merrier place."
Nothing...