The she-elf's eyes faded back to their natural color, dissipating their glow, just as she closed her eyes, and opened them again. Getting her breath back together, she nodded. "They do. It's a natural thing whenever I get angry or furious", she explained to the Hobbit. 

Fili kept a slight distance from the she-elf until she got herself together. It's not that he was afraid or despised her, but he definitely felt intimidated at the sudden change. Saeril looked at Kili and his brother in guilt, hoping that she didn't cause too much of a disturbance within them after seeing this side of her. She got a little too carried away, and her battle anger only gave them a glimpse at her other self. 

Dwalin paced some, then followed their only available route. “I cannot see where the pathway leads. Do we follow it or no?” Bofur hastily moved away from the corpses of their attackers. “Follow it, of course!”. 

"I think that would be wise", Gandalf nodded in confirmation since it was the only way to go that was safe at the moment. Following the path in the tunnel, there was a waterfall with a small city in the distance; Saeril trailed behind with the brothers, but kept her distance, her cloak following her. "The Valley of Imladris. In the common tongue, it’s known by another name", Gandalf recited. "Rivendell", the she-elf butted in, as she gaped in astonishment at the great city before them. "Here lies the last homely house, east of the sea".