Saeril stiffened, silently praying that he didn't know what she wanted him to know. She stayed quiet, and slowly composed herself, standing tall. "I am", she began, with confidence slowly embracing her Elven features. "Going to guess that Gandalf never told you about me?", she said next, out of curiosity. "There's no need to warrant your trust in me. I pose no threat to you, Thorin Oakenshield", Saeril kept her ground, as soon as she heard the bitterness come from the Dwarven Prince. She sighed sadly; she did figure that he was just trying to protect his family, and his heirloom. However, she didn't take it much for granted, as much as she did for them. 

Sighing, the she-elf bowed down her head to look down at the floor to the side. "What have I done to make you hate me so?", her accented voice was heavily apparent within the sadness of her voice. "I'll tell you one thing, and one thing only, Oakenshield: gold means nothing to me. Nor does betrayal mean [i]anything[/i] to me", she confessed. It wasn't wealth that she wanted nor did it attract her. Not to mention that greed was disgusting. "Gandalf wanted me to redeem my past mistakes by doing something for someone else. Starting for me to help take you and your kin to the Lonely Mountain", she explained to his question. 

Fili silently stood beside his baby brother, taking his side for the argument of Saeril's case. He just hoped everything before him would resolve. "Please trust her word, uncle. Mum did; so can you", he pleaded.