"Quickly! Down there! Go!", Bard told his son as they ran. "Bain...Bain", Bard stopped him from running and gives him the Black Arrow. "Keep it safe. Don’t let anyone find it", he told him. The guards began to get closer. "I’ll deal with them!" "I’m not leaving!" "Go!", Bain runs off with the arrow, while Bard stayed behind. 

Outside the mountain, the dwarves continues to listen. "What about Bilbo?", Ori asked, already worried. "Give him more time", Thorin told them. "Time to do what? To be killed?" "You’re afraid" "Yes, I’m afraid. I fear for you. A sickness lies upon that treasure horde. A sickness which drove your grandfather mad" "I am not my grandfather" "You’re not yourself. The Thorin I know would not hesitate to go in there" "I will not risk this quest for the life of one burglar", Thorin firmly told Balin with a hint of anger in his voice. "Bilbo. His name is Bilbo", Balin told him, correcting him.