With a small yelp of surprise, Kili felt himself leave the ground. Contrary to what he'd feared, his godmother was able to carry him with ease. To fly was something Kili had hoped for ever since he'd seen Saeril's sleek wings, but he hadn't expected her to take him so suddenly. 

Saeril flew so gracefully and effortlessly; the youngest Durin watched in wonder as they left the ground, and he could barely contain his excitement as they landed to a tall, mighty tree near the cave.
"That was incredible!" Kili was left breathless, and he steadied himself by sticking close to his godmother. 
The branches of the tree were far and few in between, and climbing it would not have been possible without the gift of flight. 

Kili took this moment to scour the area. They had a perfect view, and as a result, they were the first to see a fast moving sled heading in the direction of the company. The sled was moving at an astonishing speed, and it looked to be pulled by a group of small rabbits. There was a driver as well, clad mostly in browns and tans. In all his years, Kili had never seen such a sight.

"What in Durin's name is [i]that?[/i]" While his vision was sharp and aided him with scouting, Kili could not identify the moving object quickly coming their way. 

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Thorin looked the sword over with disdain, though he did not put the weapon back to the hoard. Gandalf was right; the blade was well made. There was nothing else of interest to sort through, and so Thorin turned to leave.
“Let’s get out of this foul place. Come on, let’s go. Bofur! Gloin! Nori!”

As they neared the outside, Thorin stopped in his tracks. Something was wrong. "Something's coming!" He shouted to the others, his newfound weapon still in hand.