The Elven Army was gathered, in position outside the entrance of the Mountain. They were waiting; ready for instructions. Thranduil rode besides Bard, through the crowd of his army. Thorin whom stood at the top of the open entrance, had his bow and arrow aimed towards the Elvenking. Firing an arrow...the arrow landed near the hoof of the Elk, that Thorin was riding upon.

"The next one, will be in between your eyes." Snarled Thorin. Thranduil's jaw clenched and the entire load of Archers, drew out their arrows aiming it towards the Dwarves...whom ducked down behind the wall to hide from the arrows, which they expected to come.

Thranduil held out his hand, stopping his men from firing the arrows. "We have come to tell you, that a payment of your Debt has been offered...and accepted." The elvenking spoke, looking at the Dwarf King, before him.

"What payment? I gave you nothing! You have nothing!" Thorin snarled...at that, Thranduil glanced towards Bard, whom had the Arkenstone hidden in his jacket pocket.

Kili looked shocked, seeing the Arkenstone in Bard's hands. "They have the Arkenstone. Thieves!" he yelled out. "How come anybody, stole from our house?! That stone belongs to the King!"