"It appears we have lost our burglar. Probably for the best. The odds were always against us. After all, what are we? Merchants, miners, tinkers, toy makers. Hardly the stuff of legend", Balin stated to Thorin. "There are a few warriors amongst us" "Old warriors. You don’t have to do this. You have a choice. You’ve done honorably by our people. You have built a new life for us in the Blue Mountains. A life of peace and plenty. A life that is worth more than all the gold in Erebor", Balin explained to him. "From my grandfather to my father, this has come to me. They dreamt of the day when the dwarves of Erebor would reclaim their homeland. There is no choice, Balin. Not for me", Thorin shook his head. "Then we are with you, laddie. We will see it done", his friend put a hand to his shoulder. 

Maleficent sat near the fire, near the two dwarves named Fili and Kili. She could remember them somehow. They were familiar to her, and their names were coming back to her. No, it couldn't be, could it? Were they? It was almost making sense to her now. Getting courage, she instead approached the youngest, and sat near him. "You're Kili, aren't you?", Maleficent asked the young dwarf. 

((Let them have a chat real quick before we move on))