"You have no enemies here, Thorin Oakenshield", Gandalf scolded the dwarf sharply. "The only ill will to be found in this valley is that which you bring yourself! We have a map that we cannot read, Lord Elrond can help us to read it! Now, if this is to be successful, you shall leave the talking to me or Saeril, as we will need to be tactful with a small degree of charm, which it seems you dwarves certainly lack in the presence of the Fair Folk", Saeril couldn't agree less of the arguement to her mentor's point. 

She did, in fact, make side glances at her godsons, still hoping they weren't being distant with her. The she-elf regretted to ever show such an expression that would twist their view of her. "I will assist you, Gandalf", she spoke up. As they entered the beautiful Elven city of Rivendell, they are met by some elves. "Mithrandir", Elrond's right hand man, Lindir, greeted to the wizard. "Ah, Lindir", the wizard returned the gesture. "We heard you had crossed into the Valley", Lindir spoke in Elvish. "I must speak with Lord Elrond" "My Lord Elrond is not here" "Not here? Where is he?", that was until the hunting horn was heard with the returning elf war party coming towards them.