Thorin narrowed his eyes hearing Bard, glancing at him. "I will not treat, with any man...whilst an armored host lays before my door."

"Your threats do not sway me." Thorin remarked; hearing Bard's words about Thranduil's intentions to attack. Thorin was listening, but he was silent...his jaw clenching.  "When the men of Lake Town, come to us for aid...for the promise of rich Reward?!" Thorin was getting agitated. "A Bargain?! What choice do we have, but to barter our birthright for blankets and food. To ransom in exchange for our freedom! You call that a fair-trade?" He asked, looking through the hole. The anger swimming in his eyes again.

"Tell me, Bard the Dragon Slayer. Why should I honnor such terms?!" He leaned his back against the stone wall, away from Bard's view. He could see the Dwarvish company and Bilbo looking at him..expecting him to agree. "Be gone! And let the others fly!" Thorin yelled towards Bard.

"What are you doing?" Bilbo asked in disbelief. "You cannot go to war! Do you not see the Elvish Army at the ready? Not to mention, several hundred angry fisherman...we are in fact outnumbered." Bilbo told Thorin...he had no idea, when Thorin abandoned all the little 'reason' he had inside of him. But this would not end well.

"Not for much Longer." Thorin spoke as he turned to Bilbo; as if he was expecting the arrival of someone.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Bilbo asked confused.
"It means Master Baggins...you should never underestimate Dwarves." Thorin told Bilbo. Meanwhile, Thranduil was waiting on the return of Bard to hear of what had come to pass between him and Thorin.