"Whoa!" Several dwarves stopped their ponies, and all eyes were on Bilbo. Kili felt a surge of hope when the parchment was mentioned, and he cast a light, triumphant grin towards Dwalin. "You were saying?" Kili could be a bit cocky, especially when he believed himself winning. The youngest looked towards his godmother now, and he laughed good naturedly as she spoke of another gamble. "I am not sure I want to bet against that," he teased, taking things lightly as he often did. There was no doubt in his mind that they'd make it alive; he was so very inexperienced to the dangers of Middle Earth, and in his mind, they were practically immortal to have such a team.

Balin took the contract from Bilbo, then gave it a careful look over with the help of his pocket ­glass. With a kindly smile and nod of approval, the older dwarf folded the parchment. “Everything appears to be in order. Welcome, Master Baggins, to the company of Thorin Oakenshield.”

Thorin, however, remained unimpressed. "Give him a pony," he instructed his nephews before leading the way once again. Having Bilbo along did not change his low opinion of him. Bilbo was cowardly, he would be nothing more than a burden and nuisance. 

Bilbo was mortified. “No, no, no, no, that - ­­that won’t be necessary, thank you, but I-­­I’m sure I can keep up on foot. She is walking, and so shall I." The hobbit referred to Saeril, and then he started ahead on foot. "I’ve done my fair share of walking holidays, you know." As their new burglar stammered out excuses, Kili smirked to Fili in a silent means of communicating with him. Without delay, he reached down from his pony, and grabbed the still-rambling Bilbo by the shoulder. "I even got as far as Frogmorton once--" with a yelp, Bilbo felt himself lifted from the ground, and he was set right atop the only pony without a rider.