Saeril gently placed a hand on Kili's shoulder when he returned the warm gesture of a smile. Their gaze to the mountain was an accomplishment; a good omen, Thorin called it. Even when the thrush flew by, it was a happy feeling of pride to the company. They were almost there, and the she-elf could already see the future: living at peace with her godsons at the mountain, and perhaps reunite with their mother again. Saeril could only give a proud gesture to Kili. But they had to move on, in order to get there.

Sometime later in the day, the company moved themselves into the wooded areas of the plain. A place where it was said that the darkest of creatures lurked and roamed. Saeril managed to morph her wings into her cloak since her wings needed rest from the confrontation with Azog and his pack. Sooner or later, they would be picking up their trail at any time. She was waiting for Bilbo to return when he scower ahead to make sure they weren't being followed. Saeril kept herself with the brothers, occasionally exchanging a few words with them until the Hobbit returned.