"Radagast!", Gandalf the Grey exclaimed in surprise, not expecting to see him here of all places. "It's Radagast the Brown!", he announced to the others, then quickly turned to face the dwarven wizard, a frown creasing his features. 
"What on earth are you doing here?", it was very unusual for his reclusive friend to leave the company of animals. Something very bad must have happened that drew him out into the world.

"Dol Guldur?", Gandalf questioned him, once they were in a clearing away from the others. "But the old fortress is abandoned", he added skeptically. That fortress has been abandoned since the First Age. No power nor being would venture there. Just by hearing Radagast's story, the Grey only hoped that Saeril wasn't living. But her Elven ears don't fail her; the Necromancer's name was hurting her mind. Even her conscious will not clear. 

Saeril closed her eyes, and held her head, making a silent groan, as soon as that name was said; like a swirling headache. She didn't register hearing Kili speak up, and she wasn't sure if he was even speaking to her. Lucky for her, Fili stood by him. "I don't know; not like we're worried, right?", he pointed with a brotherly smirk. When a wolf was heard so close to their position, the she-elf looked about once her vision began to clear up. Something growled from the bushes near them, and a warg scout pounced out into the clearing, almost hitting Fili when his back was turned. "Look out!", the she-elf shouted and flew straight into the charging warg head-on, stabbing it with her dagger. However, two more appeared and charged.