An arguement between nephew and uncle was high, and Saeril couldn't allow it to go on. She made another sigh of sadness once the she-elf realized that this fight was between family. "Thorin!", the wizard shouted over, to silence them. "I brought her here, so she could repay for her mistakes!", his voice reverberated off the walls in the room, and perhaps the whole Hobbit house.

"Your situation would be better replenished if she tagged along. Besides, you might need someone with sharp eyes and ears on the ground. As much as from above. For your sake, getting to the Lonely Mountain [i]alive[/i] would require stealth, as well as far greater senses to our surroundings. Saeril will give us a far better chance of survival on a treacherous road", Gandalf had to explain for the Dwarven Prince what it is she would be needed for. Enhanced senses would be one of them. 

Fili had to agree with the wizard's claim, and couldn't help but accept in agreement. He was confident of this. To show this feeling, the blonde grasped his little brother's hand; to show that he would go die-trying to protect their godmother.