Bard laid the weapons out and the dwarves gathered round to pick their weapons out, though they frowned and muttered under their breaths when they realised they were crudely fashioned and not what they were expecting at all.
"What's this?" asked Fili, picking up something that looked like a harpoon. 
"A pike hook." Bard answered, "made from an old harpoon."
"And this?" Kili picked up a large hammer, a deep frown on his face.
"A crowbill, we call it. It's heavy in hand, I admit. But in defense of your life it will serve you better than none." the Lakeman nodded.
"We paid you for [i]weapons[/i]!" snarled Gloin angrily. "Iron forged swords and axes!"
"It's a joke!" proclaimed Bofur, throwing down the 'weapon' he had picked up, the other dwarves all clamoured at the man, speaking and shouting over each other angrily.

Now it was Mel's turn to smirk, her head tilting to the side as she met their eyes. "But I'm not on my own, am I?"
"..You knew we would come." Tauriel muttered. It was a statement, not a question. "Are you out of your mind?! Dandolo ammen, e gohenatha (Come back with us, he will forgive you)."