"We found them in a troll hoard on the Great East road, shortly before we were ambushed by orcs", the wizard answered his curious but proud Elven friend. "It was a shame to just leave them to lie there", Gandalf added to his point, before taking a split-second glance at Thorin to make sure he was at least a little proud of coming into possessing a great weapon such as Orcrist. 

Saeril didn't expect Kili to approach her now. After what he saw from her, she didn't think he would still be that attached to her. He knew her ever since he was a young dwarrow, always dreaming to see, observe, or witness her in the flesh. That is where she came to the point: he saw her as his greatest imagination; his muse. He trusted her for so long, he never judged her. Those traded interactions with the letters and the gifts? It allowed him to closely connect with her, therefore it grew into a love between a child and a parent.

"I was just having thoughts", the she-elf answered with a sigh that nearly sounded miserable. She kept leaning on the rail with her forearms restinf atop of it. "Why are you not with them? Your brother would be expecting you to", she pointed out with her gaze still on the view. She took a soft breath. "They don't like me, Kili", she was shaking her head. "The elves", added into her point of why she separated herself from her surrounding brethren.