Saeril kept her gaze upon Kili while keeping her position to agree with him. His responses proved that he was willing to follow his family into battle her, wherever she went, whenever. It did give her slight uncertainty for this, due to the secrets she's never got the will to admit. It only served as a reminder that she was a coward, but this was for the sake of her godsons. What she didn't know, was that Kili had a secret of his own...

With his determination, the she-elf never thought her inner strength would increase. She will participate in battle for Durin's Folk, and live to reunite with her Durin family; in this case, Thorin, Dis, Fili, Kili, and the rest of their brethren in Ered Luin. They were in this together. Like always. In response, Saeril gave a brave, fond smile to the youngest. However, it fell into a frown, as she watched Thorin's change, since her hearing wasn't to be denied. 

"Who’s in charge here?", the wizard asked the short, accusing man, until Bard managed to appear before them. Sometime later, he met with Bard and Thranduil in a tent, hoping to warn them of what is coming. "You must set aside your petty grievances with the Dwarves. War is coming. The cesspits of Dol Guldur have been emptied", he told them. "You’re all in mortal danger", Bard looked towards Gandalf, confused of what the wizard is trying to tell them.

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Legolas seemed to be a bit troubled by the retelling of a memory he wished to have forgotten all those years ago. However, his moment of looking to the side was interrupted when he felt a gentle touch upon his hand. His blue eyes looked from his hand, back to the girl, who appeared to be looking at him, with her light appearing in her soft and tender green eyes; blue meeting [i]them[/i], those orbs of beauty shined in a dark and sad place.