A she-elf. On this quest with them? Thorin, certainly didn't like that idea. It was hard enough, being betrayed by their kind...let alone, having one of them tug along for the ride. It wasn't even her business. When he saw Saeril, besides his youngest nephew...he watched her, with a cold look in his eyes. He noticed the dark wings, her odd horns...everything about her looked odd.

She didn't look, like a normal elf. He frowned, as he heard Gandalf. "She's no friend of ours!" Thorin breathed out, looking unhappy. "What made, you consider bringing that...along with us?!" he snapped...nodding towards Saeril. "I don't need a burden of an elf...in our presence." he looked irritated. 

With a frown, Kili stepped in front of Saeril. Even though, he was shorter than her. He stood in front of her protectively "She's not a burden! You might not, think of her as a friend. But she is to me and to my brother. She means a lot to us, has since we were little." Young Kili had raised his voice...clearly upset with his uncle. "You're not sending her away!" he yelled out. Suspecting, that's where his uncle was going to go next. "She's family...and she's coming. Wether you like it or not!" Kili looked determined, and stubborn. He wasn't going to let Thorin, chase his God-mother away.

"But the..." Thorin was about to say.

"No.." Kili frowned cutting in. "Just because, one group of Elves, deserted us and didn't help our cause. Doesn't make every single one of them guilty! I wish, you'd stop blaming every single elf. Not all of them, are cruel...not all of them, would desert us!" Kili pointed out.