Comparing the two of their physicality, Fili appeared to be the older one. "At your service", he said with the other, having to keep himself reserved and composed in his posture, right after bowing in unison with his younger sibling. He kept himself tall and quiet, while his brother (excitedly) did the talking. 

"It seems we're not late, little brother", the blonde recalled as he observed Dwalin and Balin in the distance, behind the Hobbit before them. And, just like that, they brushed themselves passed Bilbo, as if they owned the place. "Careful with these, I just had them sharpened", he told the Hobbit before placing their weapons in his hands, including the blades he kept hidden in his person. As the first-born, and an idol, Fili always had a reputation to be weapon-ready, even if it means to protect his little brother at all costs. 

Had his hands been free, and had he been a few inches taller, Bilbo may have liked to strangle Kili for his carelessness. "Fili, Ki­li, come on, give us a hand", Dwalin called from the kitchen. "Let’s shove this in the hole, or otherwise we’ll never get everyone in". "Ev…everyone?! How many more are there?", and once again, the doorbell rings. Bilbo was just at the end of his rope. With an irritable huff, he set Fili's blades to the nearest chair, then stormed towards the door. "Oh, no! No, no. There’s nobody home! Go away, and bother somebody else! There’s far too many dwarves in my dining room as it is. If…if this is some blockhead’s idea of a joke, I can only say, it is in very poor taste!", right as Bilbo opens the door, a bunch of dwarves fall through onto the floor.

Behind them, Gandalf poked his head through the door, along with a feminine face. Looking at Gandalf, the Hobbit was exasperated, just knowing that he was involved with this strange intrusion. "I told you this was a bad idea", the female told the wizard next to her with a narrow of her yellow-green eyes. She had straight, back-lengthed ashy-brown hair trailing down her back, along with a black cloak draped around her figure, trailing down to her feet. Gandalf shook his head and chuckled in amusement as he smiled at Bilbo as if this had been planned all along between them. "Nonsense", he spoke to the woman standing next to him. "You'll find he's more than capable. Come, let's get out of the wind", the wizard added as he stepped over the dwarves on the threshold, who were grumbling and cursing amongst themselves. Groaning, the strange woman followed by walking over the crumpled group of dwarves on the ground with her elegant legs that appeared to be covered with a black bodysuit underneath her cloak. Keeping her head down, she followed the wizard inside the small home with her horned head down to get through the door, though she didn't get too far inside, just moving herself towards the fireplace. 

The she-elf was sure that Gandalf would become concerned for her, ever since he tried to help her with her past. She heard laughter and singing coming from the dining room and the hallway, where the potential inhabitants she has to help take to the mountain. At that moment, she had to keep herself refrained if she ever wanted to redeem herself, and repay for her mistake. It was the only advice that was received.