Kili didn't say anything as he went to retrieve his arrows from the cavern's floor. The youngest looked to Fili with some concern, though he knew better than to voice his thoughts. Something didn't feel right. Without a word, he added the arrows to his half-empty quiver, then moved to rejoin the others. Like Fili, he kept his distance, though he wished he did not have to.

The path lead to a new clearing, one that overlooked a giant waterfall. The air smelled perfectly sweet, almost as if it had just rained, though there was not a cloud in the sky. A few small birds flew by, and Bilbo looked the city over in awe.[i] Rivendell. [/i]He had only read of such a place.
"This is beautiful," Kili breathed, then stepped forward to obtain a better view. Was this Saeril's home? He wanted to ask, but he wasn't certain if now was a good time. Their godmother seemed upset.

Thorin was not impressed by the sight, he was angered. "This was your plan all along, to seek refuge with our enemy." The king shot Gandalf an accusatory glare. “You think the Elves will give our quest their blessing? They will try to stop us.”