"Legolas, hir nin (my Lord)!" called out a Wood Elf, who had taken Orcrist from Thorin. He bowed his head respectfully to the prince and held out the sword for him to take. The elf had recognised it being of elvish make and thought it rather odd that a dwarf would be carrying it. 

As soon as the spiders were killed, Saeril had managed to gain her motor functions, before she had her cloak back on. Before she knew it, a female Wood Elf had them both captive, and were forced to stand with the others, who were also surrounded by the Silvan. "Silvan elves. I contain half of their blood", she whispered to Kili as her daggers was given up. "Legolas Thranduilion (Legolas, son of Thranduil)", Saeril fluently spoke up to the leading elf, after she gave a respectful greeting sign of the elves: hand on her chest. She had to prove that she was of the Elven kin. 

A few of the elves eyed her warily. If she was one of their kin, then why was she dealing with dwarves? But they seemed to brush it off relatively well, though she was still taken in as a prisoner along with the dwarves. Saeril was other than forced to walk along with her companions towards the gate of the Halls of the Woodland Realm. The she-elf may have respect for elves, but she didn't appreciate herself being dragged by them. The ElvenKing was another story to her. She knew him, but she really watched him from a distance. 

Saeril was surprised that she wasn't the one being taken to the dungeons like everybody else, except for Thorin. Legolas was narrowing his icy blue eyes in every direction of the room as cell doors were being closed repeatedly. Nothing seemed to have phased since he had that cold stare upon his Elven facials until he noticed that the strange she-elf was still in the open of the room. "Take her to the king as well. We don't want any new suspicions roaming these halls", his calm voice sounded to the other elves.

Eyes slightly widening, Saeril stood outside Kili's cell, resting a hand on his cell door. She had to at least let him know that she was still there. An expression of shame filled her, and she didn't like how her own kin would treat her companions, even to the sons of Durin, no doubt. However, she wasn't allowed to stay with him for long as an Elven hand rested firmly on her shoulder and forcefully, but still gently, steered her in the same direction Thorin was taken.