Sitting under the after noon sunlight, enjoying the Elven feast. Kilis eyes wondered about watching the elves scape Rivendell. Soon to be noticed by Dwalin, shooting him a look. Kili sighs, admitting.

"Can't say I fancy Elf maids myself. Too thin. They're all high cheekbones and creamy skin; not enough facial hair for me.” He said watching the elves before spotting you, strumming an harp gracefully. “Although... that one there's not bad."​ He said with a wink, raising an eyebrow at Dwalin.

“That's not an Elf maiden” Dwalin replies bluntly, crushing Kilis dreams as he looks back at you as the other dwarves laugh.