Thorin was too corrupted; too angry and riled up to think correctly. A Dark Raven flew over, sitting near the stone where Thorin was standing. "I will have war!" Thorin proclaimed...almost as soon as he said it. The arrival of his cousin was heard...the Dwarvish Army marching towards the elvish one. Kili cold not believe his uncle...still..after all of this? He wanted a war?

Thranduil's jaw clenched, hearing Thorin. [i] Very well, he had decided his fate.[/i] The King rode through his army, commanding them...as they turned to face the army heading their way.

Bilbo closed his eyes in defeat...hearing Thorin. Running after Gandalf. "Who is that?" he asked, seeing the army heading towards the elves, men and the pair of them.