"Escaped...or was set loose. The Ring has drawn him here...he will never be rid of his need for it. He hates and loves the ring, as he hates and love himself. Sméagol, he was once called...his life is a sad story. The ring came to him, before it drove him mad. There are other forces in this world, Frodo, besides the will of evil. My boy, Bilbo was meant to find the ring. In which case, you also were meant to have it...and that is an encouraging thought", the Wizard explained, both about their stalker, as well as the young Hobbit's destiny. 

All Legolas could do, was listen, and hold the princess' hand, having to keep it, literally, close to his heart, while she interacted with the wizard. He just couldn't say anything as of right now. The memory was too much to bear for him, and it was as if it was a recurring nightmare that continued to plague him. It transformed itself into becoming his truest fear, and judging by the recently but briefly treated wounds on her body, he didn't want to accept the fact that it could become a reality. He just prayed, wanting Yavanna to stay safe; [i]feel[/i] safe, as he had promised to the girl's father, as well as to himself. 

Saeril held Kili in her arms, having to transfer her thoughts and feelings into him, and allow him to know what she was currently experiencing. She didn't expect him to understand them, at their fullest, but she just needed him to hear her out, and decide for himself. As much as the elder didn't want to lose him, like his most-treasured family, she also couldn't force such things upon him. The Guardian thought about this, while she stroked his dark hair, before eventually letting go, and having to stand back up to her full height. "You want to know how I am driven, I'd suggest asking Gandalf. He knows more about this than anymore", she said, before she heard the sudden brightness in the said-wizard's voice. 

"Ah! That way!", Gandalf gestured to the right-hand tunnel, shortly before the Fellowship scrambled to their feet.