Groaning a little to himself, Bard couldn't turn the obviously injured dwarf and his distressed companions away so he let them in. Sigrid and Tilda quickly cleared their dinner table so Maleficent could lay the dwarf down, using some sacks of nuts for pillows for Kili to rest his head on.
"I need herbs, something to bring down his fever!" Oin called to Bard who frantically searched through what he had.
"I have nightshade...feverfew..."
"They're no good to me, do you have any kingsfoil?"

Together, the dwarves climbed up the staircase and stood on the rocky outcrop, looking at the face of the mountain before them.
"Right then," Dwalin grinned in glee, "we have a key. Which means that somewhere...there is a key hole." he repeated, as he laid his hands on the stone, looking for the keyhole.