As Yavanna walked away from the scene; she did not really count on someone following her. The sound of Saeril's voice made her stop. Looking a little surprised, that the winged she-elf followed her. She sighed softly, at her words. "So, he finds the need to judge the good people in life that offer him help?" she asked. Yavanna understood, Thorin having hard times in his life. But not his cold judgment towards the good, kind people.

"What is, that makes him hate our kind so much?" she asked.

Thorin frowned at his two nephews. It seemed the young she-elf had bewitched the two of them. It seemed like a useless cause to argue with them.

Kili stood firmly besides his elder brother. A strong look in his eyes. Kili was fond of the young Princess, just like his elder brother. Yavanna was a dear new friend. He wished his uncle, would look past the hatred of elves and the bad past to move on...and appreciate the Kindness the elves here offered them.