Saeril took the remaining pieces of glass from Kili's hands, and proceeded to place them in a nearby steel bucket. As she turned around to face him again with a light-hearted smile, her yellow-green eyes gazed upon the Dwarven Prince behind him. Her smile faltering into an expression of slight fear, the she-elf backed away a little. 

Hearing Thorin say that he knew who she was, Saeril stiffened, silently praying that he didn't know what she wanted him to know. She stayed quiet, and slowly composed herself, standing tall. "I am", she responded, with confidence slowly embracing her Elven features. "I'm going to guess that Gandalf never told you about me?", she said next, out of curiousity. "There's no need to warrant your trust in me. I am Saeril, the last of the Elves of Fangorn, and the godmother to the heirs of Durin, and a friend of your family", Saeril kept herself somewhat proud. "I pose no threat to you, Thorin Oakenshield"