Upon Gandalf's request, Beorn was reluctant to beckon the dwarves to sit at this large table where they could eat and drink. Noticing that they were the last to be awake, Saeril gently nudged the dwarf until he awoke. She was relieved that her companions were accepted by the great beast, otherwise it would have turned into a jeopardizing predicament that could turn messy [i]very[/i] quickly. Standing near the wall, just near the brothers, and across from Thorin, the she-elf was in her thinking stage as she had small bites of cheese from Kili's breakfast.

"So, you are the one that they call Oakenshield", Beorn growled as he poured milk into each of their mugs. It would seem he had at least heard the tale of Thorin before. "Tell me, why is Azog the Defiler hunting you?"