Yavanna saw the look in his eyes, as Balin mentioned his wife. She gave Bard a sympathetic look; clearly sorry for his loss. "That is a slight complicated matter. And a some misunderstanding good sir." she told Bard softly. She then lowered her voice to him "If you can smuggle us in, we'd pay double." she promised him. 

Kili held onto Saeril, watching Yavanna dealing with the Bargeman. He was glad, the young Princess had a way with words. Letting her mostly deal with Bard was a good idea.

The orc choked slightly. "Not Thirteen...Twelve." he corrected with a sick chuckle. "The young one, the dark haired archer. We stuck with a morgal arrow...the poison is in his system. Soon he will choking on it." he laughed evilly.
Tauriel narrowed her eyes at the Orc. "You like killing things Orc? You like death?!" she asked "Well, let me give it to you." she yelled almost stabbing the Orc...but the King stopped her.
"Tauriel...leave." Thranduil told her. He knew that the she-elf cared for most living creatures. Tauriel had a good heart. But he did not want a dead-orc before getting answer. Tauriel left, leaving the two royals with the scum. "One dead dwarf doesn't concern me. What do you want with the she-elves...especially with Lord Elrond's youngest daughter?!" Thranduil said looking down at the Orc.
The Orc smirked with a chuckle "Pretty little elf isn't she?" he asked glancing at Legolas "Pretty little head, that will be be-head and pretty little heart...of the Star..will be ripped out." The Orc taunted.