"We do not have to like him, we simply have to pay him." Balin reminded his brother as he counted out the coins in front of him. "Only, there's just one problem, we're ten coins short." he declared, looking troubled. Thorin immediately looked in Gloin's direction.
"Gloin." he sighed, exasperated. "Come on, give us what you have."
"Don't look at me!" Gloin protested, rather animatedly. "I have been bled dry by this venture!" he stood up and stamped a foot firmly as he ranted. "And what have I seen for my investments?! Naught but misery and...and grief...and-" he broke off suddenly, gasping in awe, as the mist began to clear and the dwarves caught their first close-up sight of the Lonely Mountain. Suddenly changing his mind, the red-haired dwarf produced his coin pouch and thrust it in Balin's direction. "Here, take it! Take all of it!"
Bilbo cleared his throat awkwardly to get their attention as Bard hurried urgently towards them.
"The money, quick, give it to me!"
"You know nothing!" Narzug sneered with laughter. "My master serves The One. Our time has come again." Mel, who had begun to pace slightly on the spot in agitation, brandished her own knife at the Orc.
"What do you mean?! Speak, Orc!" glancing to Thranduil, she only became more agitated at seeing how the Elvenking had suddenly frozen, wide-eyed as he listened to the rambling Orc. At seeing the King's expression himself, Narzug grinned maliciously at Thranduil. "Ah, do you understand now, Elfling? Your world will burn!"