Kili was still astonished to see his god mother before him. So this was what Delva had really looked like? He would look into the elves eyes, and see the pure joy within. She had missed him. His eyes had a small split-second interest in his boots as he realized he had missed her some. She symbolized his younger child hood days, when things were much, much more simple. Now here she was. But what had brought her here? More than a hanful of questions boiled in Kili’s mind. He at last collected himself to face Delva again. 
	“What is your real name? We called you Delva, but who were you really, since you exist after all.” Kili said with some uncertainty. He didn’t know how to act as of now. He wasn’t embarrassed, or full of hatred to see her, but it was just an indescribable odd experience for him. He was frankly surprised his brother didn’t have much input other than a nod. 
	The dwarf had grown, and just like a man who saw an old play thing, or maybe was sifting through childhood memories, Kili was slow to express himself in the face of nostalgia.