Gandalf looked back to see the huge black bear watching them, who seems to be making sure that they didn't take the ponies into the forest. "Set the ponies loose", he ordered them. "Let them return to their master. We must travel through on foot. Going around will take twice as long", he spoke as he stepped to examine the entrance to the forest. 

Saeril glanced at the forest as Kili asked her about the difference between this one and Fangorn. "A little bit. This one is more denser; heavier, and much longer and taller", she looked at the forest before her. "Unlike the woods you're used to, you can easily get lost in this one". She's been here, and it was all true. "A shame to lose such fine beasts", she stated as she dismounted the horse before helping Kili down. "If only you saw the creatures living in Fangorn", she spoke to him, chuckling at a fonding memory of the Ents, although she hoped her laughter would bring a little light to their upcoming situation. "Mighty things they are", the she-elf sighed as she thought about her home, softly smiling at the creature before her. 

Pulling an old clump of vines off a stone statue, Gandalf saw that a large eye had been plastered with red war paint. Galadriel's voice spoke to him in his mind. "If our enemy has returned, then we must know. Go to the tombs in the mountains."
"The High Fells. So be it." he swallowed, turning quickly back to the group. "Not my horse, I need it!" he called.