Saeril sighed; her eyes closing briefly as she tried to think of a better way say what she meant. "I meant no disrespect, young Durin", she quickly defended at his questions. "My only hope for you, is to keep your distance", it was slowly directed towards him in a reassuring manner. She hasn't moved from the bed, but her wings went right back to her cloak. Once again, she sighed sadly. 

"You must understand: your uncle is suffering. The truth behind the wealth of Durin's Folk; it's a curse", she grimly informed him, almost like a warning. "Listen to me well, Kili. While I resided here with your mother, your great-grandfather was the same. He never left that room, and Thorin was left watching him drink up the every shine of that treasure. His thirst was insatiable", she foretold. "The dragon that once resided here, left something behind. Something that will eventually darken Oakenshield's heart, and make him slowly become something that won't be as you know him", the she-elf had to explain it to him. She took a breath, almost panting in her words. "That stone, Kili, will become his undoing; his obsession, it will blind him of you". 

Just before she could say anything else, that painful headache was back. This time, it was much more painful than the last time in the poisoned Greenwood. Saeril whimpered, shaking her head, refusing this pain to overpower her. 
[i]"Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky"[/i], she heard him. [b]HIM.[/b]
[i]"Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone"[/i], the she-elf gasped, shutting her eyes and holding her head, then she suddenly stopped. "Nine for mortal men doomed to die", she said, her voice becoming menacing; her luminous eyes glowing. This wasn't her; it was a creature that loves chaos. "No!", she suddenly shouted, shutting her eyes once more, and unknowingly unraveled her wings. "No!", she whimpered. [i]"I won't let you touch him[/i], she hissed to this entity in her mind. 
She would rather die than see Kili dead. But this force was so strong upon her, it was splitting her, make her suddenly fly into a mirror hanging on a wall, crashing into it, and shattering the pieces. Saeril can't let this thing hurt her godson, but before she could say anything, the voice and the pressure dissapeared as soon as it came. So scared of Kili's well-being, the she-elf broke into tears on the far side of the room, breaking down after experiencing the wrath that's now trying to take her back.