Gandalf sighed in exasperation as soon as Thorin proclaimed his choice for war. The army heard coming from the North, were the dwarves of the Iron Hills, along with... "Dain, Lord of the Iron Hills. Thorin’s cousin", the wizard answered the Hobbit, just as a Dwarf, riding a hog, came forth. "Good morning! How are we all? I have a wee proposition, if you wouldn’t mind giving me a few moments of your time. Would you consider just sodding off?!", he shouted over them. 

"Come now, Lord Dain", the wizard stepped forth. "Gandalf the Grey. Tell this rabble to leave, or I’ll water the ground with their blood", Dain countered. "There is no need for war between Dwarves, Men and Elves. A legion of Orcs march on the Mountain. Stand your army down", Gandalf was pleading now; pleading for [i]everyone[/i] to stand down. "I will not stand down before any Elf. Not least this faithless woodland sprite. He wishes nothing but ill upon my people. If he chooses to stand between me and my kin, I’ll split his pretty head open! See if he’s still smirking then", he wavered the comment towards Thranduil. "Let’s give these bastards a good hammering!", he ordered the army, when suddenly, they hear a noise. A drilling noise.

The noise wasn't new to Saeril, and it only made her widen her eyes as she recognized it. "Were-worms", she said, just before a massive worm-like creature bursted through one of the distant mountains, before three more appeared, making four giant holes.