Mildor had grown somewhat alarmed when the caravan snapped apart, but he quickly discovered that some of the artisans and carpenters amongst their rankings were quite good at their craft, and while the caravan was moved to the edges of the forest to hinder future problems, he would assign a couple of these intelligent allies to fix and / or replace the wagon wheel, so when they were able to move out once more they could do with every wagon they started this journey with. 

Once that was accomplished and after he listened to the scouts' report, he would focus his attention back to Felnor. After he mentioned his sister being amongst those taken, his facial expression turned grave and empathetic. If Aegnith had been taken.. Mildor would've ripped every stone from that mountain apart until he found her. He extended a hand and placed it on Felnor's shoulder. "We will get her back," He promised to the male. He didn't take it too personal that his race was mentioned, since nothing was discriminatory. "My natural abilities for what, may I ask?"