Saeril was still staring down the shattered remnants of glass all over the floor, while sinking herself down on one of the lounges, replaying the action within her mind as she stared at the hearth of the fire with an Elven stare in her eyes. Hearing Kili enter, she almost forgot about the mess, and she quickly stood up, looking between him and the glass, not sure on how to explain. 

Fili shifted a little in footing as he stood in Uncle Thorin's prescence. He cleared his throat before once again speaking. "Actually, uncle. This is someone else, and we hope to gain your approval for her to join us", he really hated to say this, but had to anyway. "She's a elf, and Gandalf insists on this", he was almost stuttering in his words at the end, but he really hoped his uncle would see the reason.