The dwarves were lead down a makeshift bridge of sorts, one that was certain to break if one more ounce was added to it. When they came to the throne room, 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? Spies? Thieves? Assassins?”
“Dwarves and an Elf, Your Malevolence”, a goblin spoke up.
The Goblin King scoffed in surprise. “Really?”
Ignoring the death glares, the goblin nodded. “We found them on the front porch.”
“Well, don’t just stand there; search them!" 

From above, Saeril stayed still, glaring down at the scene, only to find that Bilbo was missing. Where was the Hobbit?

When 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! Starting with the pretty she-elf.”

"Enough!", a stern female voice yelled over the commotion as a dark figure with luminous yellow-green eyes flew down with great speed, and landed before them. "Disappointing, isn't it, oh goblin king?", she was really acting, pretending to still side with the pale orc, as she used to command the Goblin King in the past.