As they were boarding the barge, the fae felt a light-weight upon her head. As she went to find it, she notices that she couldn't feel her horns anymore. How was that possible? The deformity spell must be fading, but what was the reason why? She had to ask Gandalf about this. This was new to her, and this new discovery was helpful. Even if she didn't have horns now, she still wanted to keep her black horned headress. 

Maleficent held onto the rail as she smoothly moves her head from the incoming rock. "He's right. He wouldn't", she spoke in agreement to the man's response to Thorin. She felt Kili cling to her like a child, and she didn't mind it. She was bonding with the twins very closely now, and they were already comfortable enough to mutually touch her now, as she could do for them. "I’ve had enough of this lippy lake-man. I say we throw him over the side and be done with him", Dwalin groaned in annoyance. "Oh, Bard. His name’s Bard", Bilbo spoke up as he corrected him. "How do you know?" "Uh, I asked him", he responded as if it was obvious. 

"I would not antagonize her", Legolas sternly warned the orc as he knew that Tauriel didn't have any self-control within her. "The Dwarf runt will never be King!", Narzug responded. "King? There is no King under the mountain, nor will there ever be. None would dare to enter Erebor", Legolas told the orc with his grip on the dagger tightening.