Yavanna noticed, the tenderness exchanged between the Dwarf Heir and the she-elf. She did notice, the strangeness of the horns and wings, that Searil had. But she did not question it, or ask. Not wanting to offend. When Kili noticed her, she smiled over at them both with a warm smile.

The Durin heir, smiled. Partly back at the elvish beauty...and part, at the story his God-Mother was telling him. It brought back fond memories. But to hear it from her own, point of view. Was special indeed. As he puffed on his pipe. He smiled at her offer.

It was a beautiful, warm night. It seemed like the perfect time; for a little flight. "Why, yes, I am."