"Those gems are precious to you, my lord", Saeril softly told him. "If you could do nothing to get them, at least have someone who cares about the woman you loved, retrieve it for you. It's in my intuition for you to not feel pain, and for me to do this, I want to relieve that pain", her face was already getting a little emotional, but no tears shed, and only her mouth was slightly giving a small sad smile. "For you and your family", she added. 

She gave a sigh. "What I want, my lord, is for you to not let others around you, fall. Your son wouldn't want that; even if he chooses to become the next in line, he wouldn't let your kingdom fall like everyone else", the she-elf was thinking of the Durin family while she explained her desire to him with her yellow-green eyes coming back to view.

"My lord, the dwarves. They're gone", a Silvan told his king after he ran up the stairs. Saeril was relieved that they managed to escape, but had to get the king's consent in order to leave herself. "I must go, your majesty. I must catch up, if I am to reclaim your prize", she explained to the ElvenKing, so she could get his permission to leave.