Soon after, everyone was near the fire, and to Maleficent's ears, she could hear humming. It was something she believed that she heard during her time in the Lonely Mountain itself. She kept her place near Kili while the fire danced in front of her. 

[i]"Far over the misty mountains cold, to dungeons deep and caverns old. We must away, ere break of day, to find our long-forgotten gold. The pines were roaring along the heights, the winds were moaning in the night. The fire was red, it's flame has spread, the trees like torches, blazed with light"[/i]

Unexpectedly, Maleficent was sleeping on the couch, and odd enough, the young dwarf was laying on her feathered wing. Not that she minded, she was happy they met the night before. Otherwise, she won't have anyone else to trust, apart from Gandalf. 

When everyone was up, they were on the road, on ponies. She didn't have her horned headdress on at this time, since it was sunny and warm, and to also let her straight dark ashy-brown hair flow freely. She refused one since she preferred to walk, while holding onto one of the laces attached to Kili's pony. A few laughs they had, and she rarely talked to Fili. She didn't know why, but she would eventually get both to them into a friendship with her. It was sad that Bilbo declined to come, but she didn't blame him.