Saeril frowned at the Hobbit's question. She looked to the ground. "I can't be certain. Some say he slunk back into the hole of whence he came. But some say he died, shortly after the battle", she simply said, knowing that she should keep the truth away from them. If they knew, what kind of godmother would she be? Who could ever love...a monster? A monster who caused such utter destruction and death? 

With that said, the she-elf didn't waste time laying herself down upon her side; on top of one of her wings, and using the other as a blanket of some sort. Now that she thought about it, Saeril didn't want to scare them, and the she-elf most certainly didn't want the future king of Erebor to hear and get suspicious. "You could say that I saw it. All of it. That's all I wish to say", slight hesitation was apparent, but she kept it privately cool. All she felt was unworthiness now when telling the youngest these lies. Saeril felt herself turn into poison, rather than the purity she was raised to have. That was all she was now: poison; it will kill him, sooner or later...

The she-elf looked gave a sad sigh as these memories rose back to her. He already, and courageously, told her that he wasn't afraid of her presence, but what if he was afraid of what she was before? A killer; an entity of pure evil? Saeril looked to the ground to avoid eye contact for a moment, slightly troubled in her own thoughts.