The dwarves were lead down a makeshift bridge of sorts, one that Kili was certain would break if one more ounce was added to it. When they came to the throne room, he looked to the Goblin King in disgust. This was unlike any creature he had ever seen, and the smell of the place rivaled even the troll cave.

The Goblin King rose from his seat, his skin sagging to the very floor in which he stood.
“Who would be so bold as to come armed into my kingdom? [i]Spies? Thieves? Assassins?[/i]”
“Dwarves, Your Malevolence.” A goblin spoke up, and Kili shot him a dirty look.
The Goblin King scoffed in surprise. “Dwarves?”
Ignoring the death glares, the goblin nodded. “We found them on the front porch.”
“Well, don’t just stand there; search them!" 

Kili stayed stubbornly still, only because Thorin and his brother had. Jaw set, he remained in place as the goblins removed any objects they could from them. Oin's ear trumpet was crushed, and their weaponry was cast aside. Without a word, Kili looked up in hopes of spotting Saeril, but he could not see her. Bilbo was missing as well.

Now that the search was over, The Goblin King spoke once more. “What are you doing in these parts? Speak!”
A response was not given, only glares of disdain, but that was no matter to him.
“Well then, if they will not talk, we’ll make them squawk! Bring out the Mangler! Bring
out the Bone Breaker! Start with the youngest.”