The moment, that Thorin caused harm upon Kili. Struck and hurt the young Durin...and confused him. Never in his life, had his uncle laid a bad hand on him..ever. As Fili's interception made Thorin let go. Kili had slide down the wall, with a slight thump. Having lost his balance. Delva could not know about this...or she'd have a fit and her anger towards Thorin would fester even more so than it already done. As Kili managed to climb up to his feet...he was a little out of breath.

Thorin turned to his elder; the anger swimming in his eyes. "You both should know, better than to speak down to your King!" he growled out angrily. "My word is final!" Thorin wasn't going to be swayed back to the other side..and help those, that'd only seek to rob him of his family's wealth. "Carry on with the job, you were both told to do! I will not let Erebor be taken from us again!" his voice echoed through the vast halls.

[i]As the people of Dale were resting, the army of Thranduil were slowly arriving. For different reasons, one was too bring the survivors of Lake Town food, drink, grain they were in need off. But the Elvenking was getting restless. His mind was on the promised starlight gems, he was promised. He would have what belonged to him, even if it meant war.[/i]