Saeril's hand trailed against Kili's hair, gently smoothing it out, and still trying to transfer some body heat to him. "I'm alright", her face was staring straight ahead, not looking at him. There was a grudge to be settled; Bolg nearly had him killed, and the Defiler's son will have a potential death coming. 

Next to them, Fili watched the two before him; there was absolutely no jealousy evident on his features, and for his little brother's sake, he was sure to not cross in the middle of their close relationship. That didn't mean he loved them both any less, though. Their Delva was Kili's dream, and his muse; one of the people he came to deeply admire, growing up. The blonde held no ill-will in his devotion to his little brother, and his long-term goal was to take care of him, as well as always make him come first. 

"I was born and bred in these waters, master dwarf." Bard explained impassively. "If I wanted to drown you, I would not do it here".

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Legolas honesty didn't see the action coming, still finding holding the creature's head. "Why did you do that? You promised to set him free!", he dropped the head to the floor. "There was more the Orc could tell us", he was slightly upset that his father would perform such an action.