As Thorin kept an eye on everything...he then walked up the steps that led him to the open part, of the entrance that had not been blocked off yet; seeing the Elves armed and ready...and soon hearing the arrival of bard. His jaw clenched. "Why do you come, to the Gates of the King under the mountain, armed and ready for war?" He questioned, not looking rather pleased about the arrival off the Elves. Or the Bargeman for that matter.

Kili could hear the disgust in his uncle's voice, he had kept his neck covered. In attempt to hide the fading mark. Glancing down at Bard. Kili gathered, he was here to negotiate with his uncle. He just hoped, he would have better luck.

At the thought of talking to him. Thorin nodded his head...gesturing Bard to come closer. Before walking down the stairs...Thorin stood near the rock, that had a whole in it...seeing Bard on the other side. "I am Listening."