Kili held a rather serious; yet irritable look across his face. It seemed like uncle had crossed yet another line. It was one thing, to mean to Delva. His and Fili's God-Mother. But then to be so harsh, mean and unjust towards one of the most fairest, gentle elfs like Yavanna. Now that was a total insult. Kili was fond of the Princess, with his brother. Just like the young she-elf was fond of the two Durin Heirs. It was a very mutual feeling, the trio held. At the moment, Kili could not deal with his uncle. He was too frustrated to even try.

The young Dwarf, just simple walked away in another direction. Before he'd do or say something, he might live to regret.

There was something about Saeril. Something kind and motherly. She could certainly see who young Fili and Kili, were close to Saeril. It was nice to be around someone, like her...so motherly, caring, protective. It reminded her of her own mother, and something that Yavanna had indeed missed herself.

Listening to Saeril's story about the Lonely Mountain and Thorin's hatred of Elves. "Smaug." The young Princess muttered to herself. She had heard the stories, of the last Fire-Drake of the North. The terrible and terrifying Smaug. Yavanna sighed sadly. She could understand his feeling of betrayal..but to hate, even the innocent elves that had nothing to do with that event, was a little more than harsh.

"I can see that..." Yavanna replied, her voice weak with sadness. She could see, just how skeptical, and untrusting he was towards anyone of her kind. Even the kind one's, who offered help and aid. She was as hurt by it, as Saeril was.