Kili was quick to follow his brother, but he stopped in his tracks when he saw the impressive display of gold. The sight surpassed any story he'd ever been told, even he with his imagination could not have conjured such an impressive, lavish image. 
"This is it...the treasure from the stories." With a quiet laugh of disbelief, he started down the stairway so that he might have a better view of the gold and gemstones strewn about the ground.

Suddenly, Thorin entered the chamber. The king was dressed in ornate robes and covered in jewelry, his stride slow as he moved from a doorway. Thorin began speaking softly, apparently to himself. He appeared strange, almost possessed, and then he lifted his gaze to meet that of his nephew's. 
“Gold. Gold beyond measure. Beyond sorrow and grief. Behold - the great treasure hoard of Thror.” Without warning, he tossed a jewel in a deep red color to his eldest nephew. 
“Welcome, my sister’s sons, to the kingdom of Erebor!”

The rest of the company emerged from a nearby room. They seemed troubled at first, but they broke into smiles when they saw that Kili and the others had survived. Kili dashed off to meet them, and Cenrid hung back, his eyes locked on the youngest, a plan forming in his mind. 
"I will return later to take the gold promised to me," the man explained to Saeril, purposely staying out of view so that Thorin would not see him. "You would do well to remind the king that the people of Laketown blame him...war will soon be upon us if he is not careful."