Obediently, the dwarves slipped past the two strangers and slid into the opening after Bilbo.
Kili and Thorin remained, the younger dwarf shooting down as many of the creatures as he could to buy his friends the needed time to escape. Thorin slashed at oncoming Wargs with Orcrist, though when he looked back and saw Ori's cloak disappearing down the hole and no others left, he turned and shouted across to his nephew.
"Kili!"
Firing the arrow he had just loaded, Kili quickly turned and raced past Thorin, sliding down the hole with his uncle right on his heels. The dwarves all looked up in surprise as a horn sounded, followed by hoofbeats and the screeching of the Orcs, Wargs and other creatures as they were slain. They had to jump to the side as an Orc's corpse dropped into the hole.
Prodding it roughly with the hilt of Orcrist, Thorin could tell the creature was dead. A single arrow stuck out of it's chest, which the dwarf prince reached down and pulled out to examine. Though he quickly dropped it in disgust, recognising the fletchings at the end of the shaft, and the shape of the arrowhead.
"Elves!" he snarled under his breath.