Legolas continued to smile at the princess, just as she started to lead them into the palace, and towards an outside-place where the meeting would be taking place. The Elf Prince was pleasant enough to allow the girl to sit next to him, but due to the different seating arrangements, she was obligated to sit next to her father. He nodded towards Kili, who was sitting with the Dwarves, although a few of the other Elves looked at the young Durin, either out of transparent disgust, or contempt. The feud between the two races seemed to continue to reign, despite the temporary alliance during the Battle of the Five Armies. 

The nerves continued to overthrow Saeril, but she was going upon her oath, and tell them the circumstances of the hidden evil that was brewing. It was unlike her to be fearful, but this moment was truly scaring her; the moment to possibly lose them. However, a part of her said to stay devoted to her duties, and to them, as a result. These thoughts continued to shower over her during her walk towards the place where everybody would be. Her brown wings were out, as well as her brown, medium-length hair having to be let down, she changed out of her combat attire, and into something more comfortable: 

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Having to enter the space, she kept her eyes to herself, having to walk to the empty space near Gandalf, and another, who seemed to be a Hobbit...