Gandalf looked at the she-elf in the distance, before he took notice of Thorin leaving the table. He didn't say anything, but did turn his gaze back to Elrond. He really didn't need the others to hear about this, so he stood up. "My lord, I think it's best if we talked about that somewhere else", the wizard requested. Now was not the place to talk about her. The whole time, alone, Gandalf told every bit of detail of her story to the Elven lord.

Saeril took another sigh, before she let her wings stretch open wide, and back into their proper tucked-in place. She can't tell him. She just can't. "Believe me, Kili. What I said before, was and always will be true. I can't be accepted among the Elven kin. I'm not even from Rivendell, per say", she explained to him solemnly. "My home is farther from here; a legendary place, once. You've been there before".