Maleficent's facials did not change since she was ready for something like this to happen. Again, she knew the king, and once knew their queen. The poor elfling. The fae's eyes were pinned to the taller elf, and there was no fear within them. She was strong to conquer these kinds of encounters, but the wrath of the ElvenKing was a different story. Breaking their stare down, Maleficent exhaled as she looked down to the floor before walking at least three steps around the elf lord, with her back to him and still looking down. 

"You don't trust me, and you possibly might not ever", she softly said in her voice as if there was sadness within her. "Our purpose of passing through your domain, would give us a safer road through the forest to claim what is theirs", she gestured to Thorin. "Under Gandalf the Grey's order, we were stay on the Elven path. You might not trust them, but dwarves are just as stubborn", her proper voice returned until turning around. "We are to claim the Lonely Mountain up in the Mist", she finally said it.