Bard peered out the window to make sure that the spies weren't watching anymore, then nodded to his son. "Bane, get them in." he murmured. The boy headed down to the toilet and rapped three times on the wall to give the dwarves the signal.
Dwalin's head rose up out of the toilet, eyes narrowed at the young boy. 
"If you speak of this to [i]anyone[/i], I'll rip your arms off!" the beefy dwarf hissed at him, slapping Bane's hand away when he tried to help him.
"Up there!" Bane pointed to where they should go, pulling a shivering Bilbo up after Dwalin.

"She is following the river." Tauriel observed as they followed the trail. She frowned. "Is she trying to hunt the Orcs or do you think she's going after the dwarves?"