"It is what we want. More than anything." Kili did not think his answer over; he could think of nothing else more important to his kin. Even when he'd been no more than a child, Kili could recall Thorin speaking of Erebor. Smaug had taken everything from them, and it was time to take their land -- and treasure -- back. 

For Saeril to come along meant the world to the youngest; he longed to know his godmother better. The journey would be a long one, and he'd have plenty of time to speak with her. This was his hope, anyway. What if Thorin did not accept her? His hatred of elves was of no secret. 

Despite his inner worry, he smiled fondly as she placed her hands to either side of his face. Saeril was so kind and gentle, what had he done to deserve a godmother such as this? The kiss on the forehead earned a light blush from Kili, for he felt unworthy.