Kili looked at his elder brother; as he uncovered the mark upon his neck. Kili hid it again, once Fili released the grip from his chin. The last thing, that Delva needed to see was this.

The young Hobbit sighed. "Un-natural greed and obsession with Gold. Balin told me all about it, Thor suffered from the same thing, as Thorin now is. Thorin isn't thinking like himself. All of this, will be Thorin's un-doing....if something doesn't change." Bilbo said, worried.
"Bilbo's right." Kili spoke, as his elder brother turned to look at him. "Delva warned me, uncle was..unwell. I didn't think, he'd do this though." he frowned. "She was upset, she didn't tell me what about...but she's resting." He told Fili with a slight frown; still thinking off what he witnessed, when he found her. Kili felt, like she was hiding something from him...from them all.

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In the morning, Alfrid did not notice the arrival of the elvish army from Mirkwood. Claiming it had been a peaceful night and that nothing could get past him.
King Thranduil had arrived, in the early morning...the survivors of Lake Town, coming to see the elven Army. As they were curious, if it was true. "I heard you needed my aid." The King spoke, when Bard came to greet him. Two Silvan Elves, rode in with a cart full of green food, grain and water. "Your gratitude is misplaced. I am here for something, that belongs to me." Thranduil glanced towards the Mountain. He was seemingly ready for war.