"No. He's not real. [i]That[/i] wasn't real", Saeril softly spoke to him, before looking behind her to see Fili in the distance, also in his own trance, and kinda in his own little world. It was strange and out of place to see the brothers like this; so disordered. Apart from Bilbo, she was the only one who could talk some sense into her companions, including her godsons. She gripped Kili's pointing hand away from the swamp, signaling him that he was mistaken. "Your brother is over there. He's not lost", she pointed behind her, to the blonde near the others. "It's okay. You're just confused", she comforted him before letting him be leaned into her shoulder. 

She rocked Kili a little to make him come to his senses before she heard something creak. Almost like a thousand legs trailing down the bark of the trees. They were slow, and they were getting close. Turning around, she found a wave of arachnids dragging the company off. Plus, she heard a hiss in the other direction, stalking towards her and the youngest. Sheathing one of her daggers, throwing it towards the creature, piercing its head.