Relieved for not being this evening's dinner of the Trolls, Fili grasped his brother's offering hand, before hoisting himself up to his feet. Fetching his weapons, the older heir of Durin made a quick scan over his brother's being, convincing himself that he physically looked fine, and not injured. It was a terrible brotherly habit; making sure that Kili was stable on his feet at all times. Not that he would pester him like a baby, but the youngest always insisted that he was strong, and not some child that needed to be looked after. 

Saeril was approaching them, while putting her curved dagger back into its sheath at her waist. "I would personally say that that was extremely brave of what you've accomplished today, heirs of Durin", she complimented them, calmly impressed by their courage to stand up to the giant creatures, and save Bilbo's life. 

"Too look ahead", Gandalf answered the future king of Erebor, with a slight hint of annoyance in his voice. "What brought me brought? Looking behind", the wizard cleared his throat, tapping one of the stone trolls with the end of his staff. "Nasty business; still you are all in one piece", he concluded with a small smile.