Just as Bilbo had predicted, the afternoon greeted the company with a downpour. A deluge, as Dori called it. Unfortunately, Gandalf could do nothing to stop such a storm, and by the time it had finished, it left them drenched clean through. There were plenty of grumbled complaints here and there from various members, and Kili had opted to walk part of the way in hopes of drying his layers of clothing sooner.

"Bilbo was right after all," he wrung out the hem of his tunic, and glanced over at the others to see how they were managing. A few must have had the same idea as he did, for they were on foot as well. Up ahead, he could see Thorin speaking with Dwalin. Both were in deep discussion about the orcs they had heard the night earlier. So far, none had been spotted, but that did not mean they were not close by. 

Kili couldn't help but feel a little on edge, and for the third time that day he checked that his quiver was full of arrows. "I wonder if we'll see any," he mumbled to his brother, as he did not want their godmother to overhear his saying so.