Once again, the elder chuckled at the youngest's instinct of teasing back. It was making her grow even more fond of the girl, who acted exactly like how a daughter would traditionally express themselves: Laughter, joy, innocence, and beauty, altogether. In a way, Saeril just wanted the girl to be of her own, and yet she couldn't. This girl was just so pure, almost the opposite, and a reflection of her former self, before her corruption. She was a literal star; a literal light in the darkness. In a way, [i]her[/i] darkness. 

Fili stayed by Kili's side since their God-mother and Yavanna left the house. Honestly, he didn't know what was going on, yet he saw that something seemed to be bothering their "sister", which was how they viewed the princess now. "I don't know", he responded to his little brother's wonder.