In Dale, Bard happened to come across the children, as soon as he heard their voices. However, after having to see a troll upon them, he manages to seize a cart, and heave himself down towards them. "Tilda! Bain! Sigrid! Get down!", telling them to duck, so he can make his mark, stabbing it to death. Jumping down, he gathered them. "Listen, I need you to gather the women and children, take them to the Great Hall and barricade the door. You understand? You must not come out for any reason", he told them, clearly desperate for them to get to safety. 

"We want to stay with you".
"Oh, Show your father some respect, will you?", Alfrid appeared from his hiding place. "You heard him, we make to the Great Hall", he told them, beginning to push them along. 
"Alfrid, women and children only. I need every man fighting. See that you return", Bard instructed, giving him Bain's sword. 
"I’ll get them to safety, Sire. Then my sword is yours to command", he shakily confirmed before continuing to push the children along. "Get up!", he told them once more, irritated. Bard stopped his son, and looked into his eyes. "Look after them".
"I will", the boy promised, just before his father went back into the fight. 

Azog watched the chaos from his position on a mountain top nearby. "They cannot hold the city! The Dwarves are almost spent", he observed as the Dwarf army continued to fight the Orcs. Dain kept up, but was looking for his cousin, hoping he would turn up. "Thorin! Where’s Thorin? We need him. Where is he?"