As Fili didn't seem to refuse, Yavanna gave him an exhausted but warm smile. Before she smiled softly at Saeril, whom stood besides them. It had been a bit of a crazy start to her part in this adventure so far. But she was glad, that everyone was okay.

Bilbo just let out a soft chuckle, hearing Dwalin and Fili. He tucked something into his pocket, before his hands fell by his side again.
"It matters." Thorin said. "I want to know!" he rose his voice slightly, with authority. "Why did you come back?" he asked looking at Bilbo.
Bilbo glanced over towards Thorin, with a slight sigh. "Look, I know you doubt me. You always have." Bilbo said "It's true, I do often think of Bag-End. I miss my books, my arm-chair, my garden. You see, that's where I belong. It's home." Bilbo said. "But that's why I came back...because you don't have one. A home. It was taken from you." Bilbo said softly, looking at Thorin. "And will help you take it back, if I can."

Kili smiled at Saeril softly. His hand reached out, giving hers a soft squeeze. He then smiled hearing Bilbo's speech. But the happy moment of rest seemed to be cut short, when they soon heard shrieks and growls from not so far distance. Orcs...
Thorin glanced in the direction of the sounds. "Out of the fire..." "Into the frying pan." Yavanna finished the sentence, as she heard the shrieks.