Elrond places the map on a stone slab right under the moon, and as the moon’s light shines on the map, it reveals the runes. ‘Stand by the grey stone when the thrush knocks, and the setting sun with the last light of Durin’s Day will shine upon the keyhole.’ Elrond reads the runes. "Durin’s Day?" "It is the start of the dwarves new year, when the last moon of Autumn and the first sun of Winter appear in the sky together", Gandalf explained to Bilbo. "This is ill news. Summer is passing, Durin’s Day will soon be upon us", Thorin's voice quickened thinking that it was going to be too late. "We still have time" "Time, for what?" "To find the entrance. We have to be standing at exactly the right spot, at exactly the right time. Then, and only then, can the door be opened" "So this is your purpose, to enter the mountain", Elrond concluded in grim. "What of it?" "There are some who would not deem it wise", the lord answered before giving the map back to Thorin. "Who do you mean?" "You are not the only guardian to stand watch over Middle-earth", he answered as he turned and left.
As the other dwarves settle in for the night, they were cook their own food they brought. Bofur was cooking a sausage until he heard the table Bombur sat on, creak. Having an idea, he throws his sausage at Bombur. "Bombur!" as he catches the sausage, the table underneath him breaks and crashes, making all the dwarves laugh. Maleficent heard the laughter while she was just walking in, gracefully and slowly, into their room. The fire was warm, she could feel, and the summer air was decent.
She stopped at where Kili was seated, since he was on a lounge that was behind Bofur, smoking from his pipe. Gesturing him to move his feet, she allowed herself to sit down with her bare feet curled upon the lounge with him, with just a few feet away. "Nice night", she commented to the stars.
