The tension, once again, was there, but it became calmer than before. It was an awkward standoff right now, and Fili stood his ground against his now corrupted uncle now king. He was reluctant to answer him but the blonde found himself caught when he heard someone enter the room. Thank Mahal, that Dwalin managed of step upon the scene. Otherwise, Fili wouldn't know what else to do. "Thorin, the Man of Laketown; someone's approaching the gate. He rides here now", he reported, although felt some vibe of unsettlement. He glanced at the king's nephews, though noticed something faint on Kili's face, but didn't question it. 

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Saeril laid in the bed that Kili willingly let her borrow, to at least get the rest that her conscience really needed. She couldn't stop thinking about her earlier episode, and truth be told, she couldn't stop the nightmare that continues to plague her, keeping her "awake". Rolling on her back to look at the ceiling, a sigh escaped the she-elf, and gracefully pulled herself up to sit on the side of the bed. A groan came, and with a struggle to stand up straight, she managed to unravel her wings, tuck them behind her, and get the door open.