Admittedly, Saeril wasn't at all impressed, and it was apparent to the dissaproving look coming upon her Elven features. She was looking at the young dwarrows before her, and eyes expressed a piercing gaze that can only summon intimidation to those before her. Her face was still soft, not completely dark. 

"If you're thinking on amusing me, it's not working", the she-elf informed the youngest. However, her facials softened when she heard Thorin approach them with spite in his voice towards his nephews. Saeril turned her head towards his direction, her straight, brown hair following her movements. 

She couldn't believe what she saw; it wasn't what she expected either. She knew that teasing Bilbo wasn't funny, but with a family telling you that you know nothing about the world you live in, it was a bit overly harsh. It was true that Kili was both childishly young and naive, but to lower his self-esteem by said-comments weren't acceptable. Especially if you are an heir. Seeing that the youngest was the one being mostly affected, the female gently placed a comforting hand on Kili's arm, soothing him. 

Saeril has heard the story many times during her time in Gandalf's care, and the more she listened to the past, the more it began to catch up with her, and it was expressed with a twitch on her lips a little bit, just until the tale began to leave her ears. She knew what happened; she was there, and she herself sent the defiling Orc there. What was there to say now? "I was there", she spoke up in a soft voice. 

"Azog was fierce. Sadistic and vicious of any creature I have ever seen", the she-elf began. "I witnessed his strike upon the king, and if Thorin hadn't tried, you all would not be here now. His victory gave him greatness, but it left a stone heart inside", she concluded before sheathing out one of her curves daggers from the back of her waist, examining the metal upon the blade with a grim expression.