The yelling was too much for Maleficent to bear, and this was making her shake her head in disapproval. Suddenly, in a flash of anger, she striked her dagger into the table hard enough to make a loud thud. "Enough!", she shouted in Khuzdul. "You may not trust Men, but you're better than that. You have a mind; a mind is your weapon. This is not...the dwarves that I see. All I see, are stubborn, thick-minded individuals, who have no honor within them. When we get up there, the only dwarves that enter, those that I expect to see, are proven valuable with bravery, honor, loyalty, along with a humble exterior. Don't you understand? Not one of you, will be an animal. Not like the creatures upon you", she spoke her own mind in the way of boldness, filled with a mix of determination, anger, and sadness. The fae looked upon them all. "Who would you be? An animal, or a dwarf?", she asked. 

Legolas stepped forward to her, so he would be in front of her. "The King is angry, Mel. For six hundred years, my father has protected you, favored you. You defied his orders, you betrayed his trust", he calmly told her with softness in his voice. Sometimes, he almost saw her like a sister rather than a cousin. "This is not our fight"