Kili had half-wondered if he and Fili were to be scolded. They hadn't watched the ponies to the best of their ability, after all. When Saeril acknowledged their bravery, he could scarcely keep the smile off of his face. "Do you really think so?" If there was one thing Kili loved more than attention, it was praise, and he could finally feel that he'd redeemed himself from the blunders of last evening. 

The youngest Durin brushed some dirt from his sleeve, and then he took notice of Fili scanning him over. Not again. "I'm fine, Fili." This did not upset him, and -- as Dis often reminded him -- he should have been touched to have a brother so concerned for his safety. Still, he wished Fili did not have to worry about him so much. Perhaps he would have to prove himself capable to his brother as well. 

"No thanks to your burglar." Thorin responded curtly, then turned away from the statues in disgust. Trolls were terrible creatures; though rare, in this area. "Since when do mountain trolls venture this far south?" Again, he looked to Gandalf, and then he motioned for the others to follow. If the sun had done this, he knew that they would have had a home someplace to shield them from the light. "There must be a cave nearby."

Bilbo was really quite sickened, so much that he did not even take notice (or care) that Thorin still had little faith in him. His coat was covered with troll snot, and so was his hair. They'd saved the ponies, but at a great cost to cleanliness. Grumbling, he pet Myrtle absentmindedly as Dwalin and the others recovered the rest of the ponies. For now, they chose not to ride. The cave would be very near by.