That evening when they set up camp, Fili told Thorin and Delia they had to act like they were courting or engaged the next day, which of course lead Dwalin to telling them to get the kiss out of the way that night.

Bilbo heard a strange noise in the night air and became worried. He ran over to Fili and Kili.

"What was that?" he asked..

"Orcs." Kili replied.

Thorin, who was dozing, jerked awake upon hearing the word "Orcs."

Delia suddenly looked up from where she was sharpening her weapons, just to meet the cold eyes of the Dwarven king, who held her gaze for a moment.

"Orcs?" Bilbo asked frightfully

"Throat-cutters. There'll be dozens of them out there. The lowlands are crawling with them." Fili explained.

"They strike in the wee small hours, when everyone's asleep. Quick and quiet; no screams, just lots of blood." Kili added

Bilbo looks away in fright; Fili and Kili look at each other and begin laughing.

"What is wrong with you??? Orcs are nothing to joke about! Dwarves, at least, should know this! Look wat they did at Moria! Orcs are a very serious issue, a-nd I-I-I......." Theresa scolded, bursting in to tears closer to the end, and disappearing into the forest.

"You think that's funny? You think a night raid by orcs is a joke?" Thorin demanded angrily.

"We didn't mean anything by it." Kili said.

"No, you didn't. You know nothing of the world."

Thorin walks off to the edge of the cliff and looks out over the valley; Balin walks up to Fili and Kili.

Sorry, quick interruption, I'm leaving like the script except for a couple small things.

[Balin:] "Don't mind him, laddie. Thorin has more cause than most to hate orcs. After the dragon took the Lonely Mountain, King Thror tried to reclaim the ancient dwarf kingdom of Moria. But our enemy had got there first."

Theresa, who could still hear everthing, was suddenly saddened. She knew this story. Her grandmother told it to her many times. Her Grandfather died at the end of the battle when Thorin rallied the dwarves.

[Flashback of the Battle of Azanulbizar; thousand of dwarves and orcs fight in front of the gates of Moria. We see Thorin, Thror, Thrain, Balin, and Dwalin fighting fiercely. A massive, pale, orc wipes out many dwarves with his mace, then engages King Thror.]

[Balin:] "Moria had been taken by legions of Orcs lead by the most vile of all their race: Azog, the Defiler. The giant Gundobad Orc had sworn to wipe out the line of Durin. He began by beheading the King."

[Azog, having defeated King Thror, holds up his beheaded head as he roars; he then flings the head, which bounces and rolls to Thorin's feet.]

[Thorin, in flashback:] "Nooo!"

[Balin:] "Thrain, Thorin's father, was driven mad by grief. He went missing, taken prisoner or killed, we did not know. We were leaderless. Defeat and death were upon us."

[In the flashback, the orcs have overpowered the dwarves, and the dwarves flee for their lives.]

[Balin:] "That is when I saw him: a young dwarf prince facing down the Pale Orc."

[Thorin faces Azog; Azog swings his mace and knocks away first Thorin's shield, then his sword. Thorin falls down an embankment and lands on the ground.]

[Balin:] "He stood alone against this terrible foe, his armor rent, wielding nothing by an oaken branch as a shield"

[Azog leaps to smash Thorin, but Thorin, grabbing an oaken branch lying on the ground, manages to roll away in time. Azog continues wielding his mace against Thorin, who is still on the ground, but Thorin blocks his mace with the oaken branch, which he uses as a shield. As Azog swings one last time, Thorin, grabbing a sword lying nearby, cuts off Azog's left arm, his mace arm, from below the elbow. Azog clutches the stump of his arm as he howls in pain.]

[Balin:] "Azog, the Defiler, learned that day that the line of Durin would not be so easily broken."

[Azog is rushed into Moria by other orcs; Thorin, yelling, rallies the dwarves to battle. They stop fleeing and return to battle, fighting ferociously. The dwarves now seem to have the advantage.]

[Balin:] "Our forces rallied and drove the orcs back. Our enemy had been defeated. But there was no feast, nor song, that night, for our dead were beyond the count of grief. We few had survived."

[The battlefield is covered in the corpses of dwarves and orcs; the surviving dwarves weep with one another over their loss. A younger Balin and Dwalin hug and put their foreheads together as they weep. Balin, still weeping, looks up and sees Thorin framed in the sunlight, holding his oaken branch.]

[Balin:] "And I thought to myself then, there is one who I could follow. There is one I could call King."

[In the present, Thorin turns away from the view beyond the cliff; the entire Company is awake and standing in awe, staring at him. Thorin walks between them toward the fire.]

[Bilbo:] "But the pale orc? What happened to him?"

[Thorin:] "He slunk back into the hole whence he came. That filth died of his wounds long ago."

There was a silence, which Dwalin broke.

Switching back to the old way.

"On a happier note, that kiss still hasn't happened Thorin."

"Yes, but where is the girl?" Thorin questioned reluctantly, for he hadn't seen the direction she headed, and he did not particularly want to kiss her if it would cause her pain.

Delia was drying her tears when Balin found her.

"Why, what's wrong lass?"

"Nothing. Nothing. I'm fine."

"I know better than that. Why don't you come back to camp and tell us your story."

"I-I'll try."

"Alright."