Considering the fact that they'd set up camp on the ground every night before this, this was the most comfortable the company have ever been in. Rivendell was peaceful, beautiful, and above all else: safe. For a time, they got rest, but it was short lived. A few hours later, Thorin woke everybody up, and they were on the move again. It was sill dark out, and Gandalf planned for them that they could leave without disturbance; he did not wish for Elrond or any of the others to talk the Dwarven Prince out of their journey. 

Yavanna was probably the only one to know of their plan, as Saeril told her before she departed for a couple-hours' rest. She didn't know that Kili knew of this intention, and would no doubt tell Fili, but she was remained glad that the young princess could listen, and stick around. 

The winged she-elf was back in her black, slim, catsuit-like outfit from the previous day, and held onto her horned headdress. Along a good distance from the Elven city of Rivendell, she looked back at the land, knowing this will be the last time she knew that they would ever be safe. Saeril was now the only one who can help the dwarves reach the mountain now, and she figured that her mentor will eventually follow them soon enough. He knows his way around Middle Earth, for sure. "I suggest we all stay together. We are about to step foot into the wild", she reminded the company, as they were about to pass into the woods.