Saeril kept her gaze upon Kili while keeping her position to be at his eye level. His responses proved that he was willing to follow her, wherever she went, whenever. It did give her slight uncertainty for this, due to the secrets she's never got the will to admit. It only served as a reminder that she was a coward, but this was for the sake of her godsons. What she didn't know, was that Kili had a secret of his own...

With the affection he gave her, the she-elf never thought her inner strength would increase. She will participate in battle for Durin's Folk, and live to reunite with her Durin family; in this case, Thorin, Dis, Fili, Kili, and the rest of their brethren in Ered Luin. They were in this together. Like always. In response, Saeril gave a brave, fond smile to the youngest...

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The next day, [i]on the day of war[/i], everyone had been preparing themselves for this one event that would either end in victory or defeat. Man, Elf, and Dwarf; all coming down to this one fight that might forever change Middle Earth. The armies of Man and Elf made their march towards the Lonely Mountain, led by Bard and Thranduil, who hoped that a certain Hobbit's plan would be effective to call off this war. 

In Erebor, the dwarves have prepped themselves early at dawn to prepare themselves in defending their mountainous domain. The she-elf had her daggers and finger-cuffs sharpened and, upon discovery of Fili and Kili in the armory, earned herself a pair of laced gauntlets for her forearms. She also helped them train that early too, either solo, or against each other. It was a memory she will now keep. 

In the armory, Saeril had been twirling her daggers over and over again, while her companions prepped themselves into better armor.