Saeril heard Kili speak to her, and she did appreciate hearing his agreement. This made her show a small smile while allowing her yellow-green eyes to lightly reflect from the flames of the fire. "He'll warm up, Kili. In time", she reassured him before narrowing her eyes when she gazed at the hearth. The she-elf exhaled the breath she was holding through her nose, and let one of her huge feathered wings move, and wrap itself around the youngest Durin, to keep him warm. 

Sometime later, everyone was near the fire, and to Saeril's ears, she could hear them humming. It was something she believed that she heard during her time in the Lonely Mountain itself. She kept her place with Kili, while the fire danced in front of her. Fili was standing nearing the fire, smoking his pipe, and was, funny enough, standing near Thorin, staring into the hearth. 

Saeril felt a weight on her side, and she shifted herself a little to allow Kili's head to rest against her at a comfortable angle. Once she has done so, the she-elf, upon instinct, tenderly moved his dark ebony hair from his face, before letting her wing cover the rest of his body like a blanket. 

With the song of the Lonely Mountain coming to an end, Saeril dozed off; after a long time staring into the hearth of the fire, she allowed herself to let the young dwarf lay on her feathered wing. Not that she minded, but she was just happy that they finally had a chance to meet. Otherwise, she won't have anyone else to trust, apart from Gandalf. 

The next day, at the first speck of light, Saeril was ready: armed and prepared to get on the road. The dwarves had ponies, and she allowed her straight, ashy-brown hair to flow freely in the warm and sunny outdoors. To everyone's surprise, the she-elf preferred to walk; not that it's wrong, but elves could walk great distances without leaving a trace of a footprint behind. She walked beside Kili's pony, holding onto one of the laces attached to it, along with a few laughs during her time with her two godsons. Although, it was sad that Bilbo declined to come. 

Her wing-cloak wasn't too long, so her booted-feet wouldn't become tripped as she walked. That was until she heard yelling. She looked behind her, only to see Bilbo running towards them, obviously out of breath.

Hearing the Hobbit be accepted, Saeril smiled, until a thought came to her. "My elf ears don't deceive me. Did you make a bet on the young Hobbit?", Saeril asked in curiosity to Kili, narrowing her eyes.