Kili listened intently, hearing about just how much Maleficent loved her son. It was quite amazing. Such a compassionate woman, he saw in her. Seeing her get up after talking about herself, Kili saw her go toward the swords upon the wall. He too got up, followed her. "They were made by my uncle. He made them for me when I came of age and had skills with a sword." He saw her reach over to touch one. He got nervous. "Careful," only to hear her gasp. He came to her side. "They are sharp. Are you alright?" He asked.