"That would be most appreciative, my lord", Gandalf thanked his friend on their walk, just before night fell quickly as they had thought. Even for Saeril and Kili, the she-elf retold to her youngest godson about his childhood in Fangorn Forest, her home. He spent his hunting days there with his brother and uncle, and of course, all those times that she watched him from above the tree branches. She was quick at the those heights, even with her brethren who once live with her there. It has been a rather fonding memory. Although there was that one time when she asked him about flying. 

The Elven lights that surrounded them in the night were enough for concealment. So, she had to stretch her wings. Slowly giving a smile, the she-elf looked at the dwarf as he seemed to be a little bored. "How about you go wash up? If you're still up to that view?", she offered him. They both needed to see the world from above at the moment.