Thorin glared down at anyone, whom he could. The anger swimming in his eyes. It seemed, the last few moments put a strain on him, angered him even more...his condition getting worse. "You call,her siding...with...with that....that elf...as treating us as equals?!" Thorin growled at his Nephew...unable to even speak the Prince's good name.

Kili's jaw clenched. "The elf, has a name, uncle!" He growled out. "Where were you, when I needed you? I was dying! You left! You forbid me, to come here...to see our home, for the first time with you all! If it wasn't for Yavanna or Delva...I would be gone...dead! If it wasn't for the Elvenking's son, we all would be dead!"he snarled at his uncle. Kili was thankful, that Legolas saved their lives when he did.

Thranduil looked angry, at the Dwarf's words about his son. "My son, has lost too much! She's the light and goodness in his world. Don't dare say another word against my son, or the Princess!" He warned sternly; The Elvenking believed, that Yavanna was destined to be in his son's life; the one Legolas had been waiting for.

"What heart, would tell her to turn against us?...against our quest, for him?!" Thorin snarled.

Thorin then turned to Bilbo, with a growl grabbing him by his neck. "Very well...I'll dispose off you at least. No more, will I ever deal with a rat like you.." he growled..trying to toss him over the entrance hole. Kili's eyes widened and Balin was quick to try and grab Thorin's arm...to stop him from tossing Bilbo over. Bilbo struggled in his grip.