"Ah-!" A blinks, owlish and bright, and Kili dips his head in a nod, sheepishly smiling. "Forgive me then, Master Elf, it seems I have forgone my manners!"

Kili laughs and resettles his harp, shoulders easing a bit.

"I am Kili, sister-son to Thorin Oakenshield, 'tis a pleasure to meet you!"