Even Saeril's motherly smile didn't help the poor girl. Her smiles always helped brighten someone's day, but not the Star of Rivendell? As she watched the girl walk away hurriedly, she realized that Thorin's harsh words were true, to her, at least. She technically did do something wrong to betray the royal family, but it wasn't of her doing. After years of sanctuary in Gandalf's care, the winged she-elf tried to convince herself that she wasn't the one in control, but a malevolent persona who craved nothing but death and violence. She couldn't tell her godsons, especially Thorin. But yet, at least. 

It became a remarkable effect that the sadness of the princess was to be carried on. Saeril felt the sadness coming from Yavanna, as she walked away and, in order to see that smile again, the she-elf wasn't too far behind. As they turned a corner, just down at another section, she softly spoke to her. "Your Grace", she said, from just a few inches behind her. "Don't let Thorin's words trouble you. He's been through such hard times in his travels". Her yellow-green eyes seem to reflect from the moonlight above them.

Fili stood next to his brother, in agreement to his arguement. If Kili didn't feel it, but the blonde began to hold a great regard for the princess. Whether his uncle liked it or not, he wasn't gonna let him hurt such a young and fair elf, who showed them nothing but kindness and generosity.