“I have the only right.” Thorin turned towards the man in charge. “I speak to the Master of the men of the Lake. Will you see the prophecy fulfilled? Will you share in the great wealth of our people? What say you?”

The Master fell quiet, and everyone waited with anticipation. Suddenly, he smiled and opened his arms to welcome them. “I say unto you...welcome! Welcome and thrice welcome, King under the Mountain!”
The crowd erupted in cheers, and Thorin climbed the stairs, facing Bard down. "We will need adequate supplies..."

Supplies were promised to them, and the guards went to retrieve what was needed. Kili moved to follow the others, careful to keep his distance. As of now, he felt too poorly to apologize to his godmother. Hopefully, she would understand why he broke his promise.