Saeril blankly looked in front of her, almost appearing grim. She wasn't blaming herself; she was wallowing away in brooding. "I know", she neutrally responded back to him, still not looking at him while continuing to stroke his hair. Although she did flick her luminous eyes to him, the she-elf had no emotion on her features. She finally sighed with her eyes closing for a moment. "I'm sorry, Kili; I haven't been myself these past few days. I just...it felt like my mind was...dissociated", she gave another sad sigh. Before she could get further into explaining, she watched as her companions looked up at the Lonely Moubtain before them, including the brothers. 

She rose to follow them, still having her cloak around the youngest, and Saeril did have to admit that she gaped her lips a little bit in astonishment. It's been a long time since she has last seen the mountain up close. "It's been an age since I have been to this mountain", she said aloud. What she heard next was the footsteps of the Lakeman. "The money, quickly, give it to me", he told them. "If you value your freedom, we do as he says", Saeril added to his command, remembering the deal. "Besides, there are guards up ahead", the bargeman said to them as he gestured to the incoming port. 

Quickly acting fast, Bard told the dwarves to hide in the barrels, while the Saeril concealed herself with her cloak creating a hood to cover her head. With the horns gone, it was now easier. She looked enough like a commoner, but her dark auburn hair was still draping over her chest.

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"But what did he mean by the flames of war?", the Elven Prince asked his father, as he followed him while the king made his departure.