"You speak as if you were there." Bard frowned slightly.
"All dwarves know the tale." Thorin lied. They couldn't tell him that they were really there, the dwarves of Erebor, going to reclaim their home from the dragon. 
"Then you would know that Girion hit the dragon!" exclaimed Bane excitedly, nodding. "He loosened a scale under the left wing; one more shot and he would've killed the beast!"
"That's a fairy story, lad." Dwalin answered with a shake of his head.

Pausing as she was suddenly aware of two presences behind her, Mel drew an arrow from her quiver and fitted it to her bow, wheeling round to point it back at them. Tauriel smirked, knife raised above her head as if to throw it.
"Ingannen le Orch. (I thought you were an Orc)" the blonde she-elf remarked with a raised eyebrow to the two of them.