"Thorin! I tried talking to him, but he won't listen to me. He doesn't sleep, he barely eats. He's not been himself", Bilbo was now rambling to them that something was not right with their leader. Clearly, Thorin has been acting strangely lately; he's been staring at the treasure hoard day and night, and he wasn't doing anything to care for his wellbeing. It was totally unlike Thorin. "There's some kind of sickness here, a curse", the Hobbit went on, and nobody noticed Fili looking over his shoulder, but they did notice him running away down the stairs. 

Saeril sighed sadly to herself when she heard Mel say that the spell was fading. "Indeed, it is", she confirmed, her voice not really happy, a bit down. It was true that the atmosphere surrounding them were full of tragedy and death. But for her, it was almost similar to a heartbreak. "Am I bad person, Mel?", she asked suddenly, after a moment of silence between them. 

"An Orc stronghold in the far north of the Misty Mountains. I fear that there is something more to their simple attack on Laketown", Legolas explained before he stopped walking. He turned to face her. "I ride north. Will you come with me?", he asked her, feeling the need to.