Kili was unsure what could have happened; he didn't believe Saeril capable of an accident such as this. She was much too graceful; this was something he may have done, not an elf. "What happened?" The prince had no choice but to ask, and he moved to see the damage. "Delva?...Are you alright?"

"[i]She?"[/i] Thorin's eyes narrowed, his jaw set in a grim line as Fili continued on. The king looked less than pleased, and Bilbo found himself wondering what female would care to travel with such an uncouth group such as this. Dwalin listened intently, his brows furrowed, and even Bombur paused from his plate of food to listen. Just what was going on here?

"Gandalf made no mention of this," Dwalin objected even before Saeril's race was revealed. The last thing he wanted was for a female to accompany them on their quest. This was no place for a dwarven maiden; they were to stay in the mountains where it was safe. "Don't be tellin' me that you're speaking on her behalf, lad."

"Let him speak, Dwalin." Thorin was already on edge, but when Fili mentioned her being an elf, things went dangerously quiet. "An elf wishes to join us?" The words were incredulous, and he gave a scoff as he glared to their wizard. "What amount of gold was she promised, Gandalf?" Sarcasm dripped from the words, and he was angered to find this out only now. "Dwalin is right, you made no mention of this, and for good reason...no [i]elf[/i] will come with us to OUR homeland."