Thorin nodded in acknowledgement to his eldest nephew; he was glad to see that his kin had arrived safely. The king gave his shoulder a brief squeeze as he passed him by, and then his blue eyes settled to Gandalf. As of now, Bilbo was overlooked completely.

“Gandalf. I thought you said this place would be easy to find." Thorin spoke calmly, unaware that their 'burglar' stood a mere three feet away. "I lost my way, twice. I wouldn’t have found it at all, had it not been for that mark on the door.”

Bilbo was aghast, and he looked between them in hopes for an explanation. “[i]Mark?[/i] There’s no mark on that door. It was painted a week ago!”

While this went on, Kili retreated into the same room as his godmother. Her reaction was not at all what he'd thought it would be; she seemed greatly troubled now that Thorin had arrived. "What is it? What's wrong?" The youngest questioned her outright, as he did not see why she would fear him so.