Kili smiled his thanks to Gandalf, and he felt quite good about himself. For once, he felt equal to the others, for he was to be one of the company to reclaim the homeland of their people and kin. Thorin would not cower from this mysterious figure -- why should he?

With that thought, Kili decided to get some answers for himself. The dwarf was really very light on his feet, and so he barely made a sound as he approached the woman. Gandalf had encouraged him to say hello, and therefore he knew she could not have been a threat, though he remained cautiously curious all the same. 

He'd reached the fireplace, though he kept a few paces away. In order not to startle her, he cleared his throat to make his presence known. What should he say? Mahal only knew that it took him half the journey to Hobbiton to plan out his greeting to their host.

Falling back on Gandalf's advice, he believed a simple hello would be enough. Despite being a touch intimidated, he faced her, and the odd feeling that he knew who this was never seemed to fade away. "Um...hello," he offered a hesitant smile, and he was rather transfixed by her appearance. Was this an elf? A human? Kili had seldom traveled until now, but in his inexperienced opinion, she looked to be neither.

"I'm Kili...I came here with my brother, Fili." The prince introduced himself, then paused. "Did you arrive here with Gandalf?" Out of politeness, Kili did his best not to stare, but he had never seen someone like this, and no one had mentioned her being there.