"Don't be a fool; he's under no enchantment but his own!", Gandalf retorted, reassuring him that there was no ill-will to be made to the giant black bear. Obviously, Beorn didn't have many companions as of late, but for Saeril to cross paths with him, he was only viewed as a victim of tragic circumstance. Someone that was pitied upon. "Do not worry about yourselves; you'll be safe here...", the wizard trailed off and muttered under his breath, though he knew Saeril would be the only one to hear it. "I hope".

Saeril hoped that would be true, but then she figured that as long as Beorn walked about outside, she figured that they would be fine from their hunters. Everyone slept on the floor of the barn, and the she-elf's nerves were calmed when she felt Kili take her hand and lead her to comfortable spot that Fili, once again, found and set up. She was being careful, and decided to keep her cloak on as she slept on her side on top of a blanket, and some hay, as she let herself sleep in between the heirs. With Fili's back towards her, it seemed that I have his brother was the one the closest towards her, laying his head upon her chest, like a child. That same night, nobody noticed Beorn in his strong male form, as he enters the house. No one, except Bilbo, notices him.