"The dawn will take you all!!", suddenly shouted Gandalf before the wizard struck the large rock that he stood upon with his staff, cleaving it in two and letting the rays of the sun pierce through to touch the mountain trolls, turning them to solid stone in a few short moments. 

Flying down towards the dwarves from the rock she hid behind, the she-elf freed her dwarven companions from their tied-up sacks and restraints. Saeril approached the brothers, and freed them as well, before putting her curved dagger back into its sheath at her waist. "I would personally say that that was extremely brave of what you've accomplished today, heirs of Durin", she complimented them, calmly impressed by their courage to stand up to the giant creatures, and save Bilbo's life. 

Fetching his weapons, the older heir of Durin made a quick scan over his brother's being, convincing himself that he physically looked fine, and not injured. It was a terrible brotherly habit; making sure that Kili was stable on his feet at all times. Not that he would pester him like a baby, but the youngest always insisted that he was strong, and not some child that needed to be looked after.