Kili's leg never ceased to hurt, but he'd managed to keep perfectly silent. If Thorin realized how badly off the injury was, he may have seen the youngest as a burden to the group rather than an asset. 
"Yes...f-fine," Kili stammered a little, still cold, yet warming more thanks to the cloak. The fog around them was thick, and without a clear visual of their surroundings, he allowed himself to lean against her shoulder, eyes half-lidded as sleep begged to claim him.
Slowly, he turned his head to look at her. "What about you? Are you alright?"

Large rock formations seemed to appear out of nowhere throughout the fog, yet they'd sailed past effortlessly. “What are you trying to do, drown us?” Thorin demanded, turning to face Bard. "You nearly got us killed!"

- - -

Tauriel whipped out a knife, “You like killing things, orc? You like death? Then let me give it to you!”

Thranduil interfered before the redhead might take matters into her own hands. Legolas was correct in his way of thought; oftentimes, Tauriel had little self control and could react on impulse if not corrected. “Farn! Tauriel, ego! Gwao hi! (Enough! Tauriel, leave! Go now.)"

The orc snarled towards her, but Tauriel turned sharply, sheathed her blade, and left the room as told.
With Tauriel gone, Thranduil continued with the interrogation. “I do not care about one dead dwarf. Answer the question. You have nothing to fear. Tell us what you know and I will set you free...”

The orc spat on the ground. “You know nothing! Your world will burn! Our time has come again. My master serves the One. Do you understand now? Death is upon you. The flames of war are upon you-”

Thranduil's eyes widened, and he decided to put an end to this before the orc may continue with his threat. Without warning, the king whipped out his sword and beheaded the foul creature even as Legolas still held his head.