Kili's hand was frozen, mid way from where Delva gripped his wrist. When she let go, he smirked as he saw Bilbo pale up "Oh, don't worry...it'd be quick..slice, slice, slice...and puff." Kili teased, and Bilbo swallowed. Before Kili ended up chuckling. "Don't worry...we wouldn't let anything happen to you." Kili patted his shoulder.

Thorin had woken up, after he heard Saeril..but he couldn't hear anything. It seemed like the Orcs were gone. He rose an eyebrow as he heard Kili. "Must you tease the Hobbit?" he asked, his nephews shaking his head. 

"What? it's just a little harmless fun." Kili said looking at his uncle. 

"Harmless?!" Thorin, sat up looking annoyed. "How can you two be so naive?" he hissed. "Orcs are no laughing matter! You two better, start acting more grown up! Instead of making stupid, jokes." Kili flinched a little, at his Uncle's annoyance. Before he watched Thorin get up and walk off. Huffing in annoyance.

Looking after his uncle, Kili leaned back. 

"Don't mind him laddies." Balin said as he walked over towards the two young Dwarf. Taking a deep breath, he began to tell them a story, the two youngsters did not know. "Thorin, has more cause than most to hate Orcs. After the Dragon, took the Lonely Mountain. King Thror tried to reclaim the ancient Dwarf Kingdom of Moria. But our enemy, had got there first. Moria had been taken by leagens of Orcs...led by the most vile, of all there is. Azog, The Defiler. The giant, of an orc...had sworn to wipe out the line of Durin." Balin sighed.

Bilbo was quite, as Balin had began to tell the story. He glanced over at Fili and Kili, before over at Thorin, who's back was turned to everyone.

"He began...by beheading the King." Balin sighed. "Thrain, Thorin's father was driven mad, by grief. He went missing, taken prisoner..or killed. We did not know. We were leaderless. Defeat and Death, were upon us. That is when, I saw him." Balin looked over at Thorin, with a slight smile on his face. "A young, Dwarf Prince. Facing down the pale Orc. He stood alone...he had this most terrible fall. His armor rent...wielding nothing, but an Oaken branch, as a shield. Azog, the defiler learned that day. That the line of Durin, would not be so easily broken." he said, looking at the two young Heirs. "Our forces rallied, and drove the Orcs back. Our enemy, had been defeated. But there was no feast...no song, that night."

"For our dead, were beyond the count of grief. We few, had survived. And I thought to myself, then...there is one, whom I could follow. There is one, I could call King."