The tension, and the anger, never left Fili's eyes, as he continued to glare at his uncle. Kili was (at the most part) innocent, and beloved by their kin, and for once, the blonde couldn't believe that his little brother would be so confused by the amount of hate they were both currently receiving. They were already looked down upon by both Man and Elf. Not Saeril, though; not in the very least. He was being held by Kili's pleading words, and the blonde can't allow himself to move forward, and create more conflict. For once, he listened to him.

He looked at his little brother, slightly relaxing, but still seething, just by seeing [i]that[/i] mark. The eldest pulled himself from his grasp, but didn't advance towards Thorin. "She has no part in this", his words were reserved yet direct. "You will not speak of her with such venom", Fili slightly calmed himself, trying to be careful with his tone. "This isn't you, uncle. Mum wouldn't allow such behavior; think of her", he had to at least get this to him; to heal him.