Legolas looked at Tauriel, having to notice that she may have been reading his thoughts. Looking back to the young she-elf in Saeril's arms, the elf prince reluctantly approached him. This didn't go unnoticed by the older she-elf, and she responded by releasing herself slowly from the girl, leaving a lingering kiss upon her forehead, before letting the blonde take her place. He wasn't too far away from the younger, but he completed the distance by enveloping her in his arms. His one hand being gently set on the back of her head, while allowing his cheek to touch the top of her head. He wasn't sure how exactly to comfort her, but all he could do was hold her, allow her to feel into his embrace, and hopefully bring that light back. 

Saeril moved back to Kili, who was still sitting next to the body of his brother, and gently tapped on his shoulder, silently telling him to stand up, and let the other dwarves take the bodies away for the funeral.