The offer was a protective one, indeed, but Saeril knew better not to baby her godsons all the time. After all, she only saw them when they were young dwarrows. Plus, their mother Dis was there to see to them, if she couldn't. But she didn't take offense at their respectful decline. "Very well", and with that, she led them into the dark and dense woodland. 

She didn't feel the strong enchanting air begin to slowly take effect on herself, but she kept a close eye on her comrades. The trees were covering the sky, and the thickness of their stems cover all ways for escape. Only the path can lead them to the end. "The path turns this way", Dwalin, Thorin's tough and loyal comrade points out, as he uses the end of his ax to feel the ground for the path. They make their turn as they carried on till almost nightfall. 

[i]"Thorin... Oakensheild... King... Closer... Thorin.... Under The Mountain..."[/i]

A female whisper sounded to their leader as an object appeared before him, for only his eyes to see: a huge, golden gong-like mirror on a tree. The strange object had a hallow sound as it continued to whisper...

[i]Oakenshield... Closer... Thorin... [/i]

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"I don't need other allies that worked for the enemy", once again, Saeril snapped in a whisper. "If only the Defiler would ever send a spy", no trust was ever present within the she-elf for this strange being called 'Tajjus'.