"Nothing's wrong. Not exactly." Kili released Fili's sleeve, and he cast a glance towards the hall as the others left to discuss Thorin's meeting with the other dwarves. "As soon as she saw Thorin, she seemed a bit panicked." The prince could recall this perfectly; he'd seen how anxious their Delva had become. "She started to put on a crown of sorts...a headdress, I believe." The prince wasn't quite certain how to describe it, and he nearly jumped out of his boots when he overheard footsteps coming their way. 

Once he was certain no one was approaching, Kili continued, barely pausing for breath. "She was trying to hide her ears, Fili. She's an elf -- and, well...it is no secret how Uncle feels about elves...but it isn't right. She should be treated with respect; Mother trusted her enough to be our guardian, didn't she?"

Kili chewed his bottom lip, a nervous habit. "I promised to speak with Thorin. Do you think he will listen to reason? I was going to speak my mind earlier, but the others were there...and I couldn't tell if he was in good spirits."