As Thorin walked around in the sea of gold, he was just staring upon it in astonishment, while being hunched over in a high king's cloak. "Gold", he suddenly and eventually spoke, but his voice wasn't calm, but instinctive and slightly hoarse. "Gold beyond measure, beyond sorrow and grief", he announced to himself, before looking up his fellow dwarves watching him. "Behold, the great treasure hoard of Thrór", he suddenly throws a piece of the treasure at Fili, who indeed catches it. "Welcome, my sister’s sons, to the Kingdom of Erebor", Fili looked at Kili with slight worry in his eyes. Something was definitely [i]not[/i] right about their uncle and leader...

Saeril looked at her with a hint of sadness in her yellow-green eyes. "My curse...has been a burden to me, ever since Gandalf rescused me. Not to mention, ever since I watched Fili and Kili grow. I couldn't let them see me like this; if they saw my deformity, I would have been a threat to them and their kin", she was slowly telling Mel her story. "But, the things I have done, are beyond what you could possibly imagine. I fear that this is making our bond become strained, and conflicted", the she-elf looked away from her, and closed her eyes. "They don't trust me. How can I possibly have this feeling, towards them? How can I redeem the most terrible of things, Mel?", her voice was breaking. Her eyes opened once again, and looked upon the mountain.