"Yavanna, my dear", the Wizard greeted the young she-elf who rode upon horseback. "I see you have blossomed since my last visit", he complimented her. Saeril looked at this girl whom Gandalf greeted first, since the hunting party arrived. There was something about her that made almost appear rare; maybe it was her face, maybe the raven-hair that she bears? But no, it was the brightness that she saw that made her probably be made fairest. She could only praise in this girl's beauty; a beauty that probably surpassed her own, to say the least. 

"Pardon me. Yavanna, this is Saeril Hermiaen; last of the Elves of Fangorn, and Guardian to Durin's Folk", Gandalf introduced the bright star to the black-cloaked elf, who would probably be taller than the princess by an inch. "Saeril, meet Princess Yavanna Undomiel; daughter of Lord Elrond and Lady Celebrian", right after he said this, she bowed before the girl, elegantly. "Such beauty and grace has been bestowed upon you, child", Saeril complimented. 

Hearing the lord himself, the Wizard greeted him. "Ah, that may have been us", Gandalf confirmed. The lord's right-hand man had his gaze turned to the horned woman. "Saeril", he spoke in astonishment to his leader. Saeril kept her ground, but slightly bowed her head in respect. "It is a long story, my friend", Gandalf spoke up to Elrond, quickly coming to she-elf defense. "One which we may not have the time for now. At least not at this very moment. We really would require your assistance".