"We came for a purpose, my Lord", Saeril spoke up. Her facials did not change since she was ready for something like this to happen. Again, she knew the king, and once knew their queen. The poor Elfling. Her eyes were pinned to the taller elf, and there was no fear within them. Given her amount of experience, Saeril was strong to conquer these kinds of encounters, but the wrath of the ElvenKing was a different story. 

"Our purpose of passing through your domain, would give us a safer road through the forest to claim what is theirs", she gestured to Thorin. "Under Gandalf the Grey's order, we were to stay on the Elven path", her proper voice returned until turning around. "We are to claim the Lonely Mountain up in the Mist", she finally said it.