Saeril may have been the only one who would tell Yavanna about Gandalf's plan to depart early that morning. She, Kili, and Fili were probably the only ones thrilled that the princess was able to join them albeit secretly. Though the winged she-elf did wonder on what Lord Elrond would think about her daughter sneaking away. However, she was internally proud that their talk last night inspired her. Or did it not? Fili smiled at the newcomer, and his heart fluttered to see her smiling once again, apart from last night's experience. "In that case, your grace, be on your guard", Saeril advised once again, before the company continued moving. 

[i]A few hours later,[/i]

Across great terrain, they came across a moutain pass. The winged she-elf was nowhere in sight with them, at least not at the moment. Since this violent thunderstorm started, the conditions have turned highly dangerous upon the treacherous mountain. Now the she-elf has been here before, and it would be best if they stuck together on this one. Appearing from the deep chasm, she hovered at the cliff's edge, wearing her black horned headdress to protect her hair. As Saeril had said that previous night, her wings never tired, and she didn't struggle with pain.

"Look out!", Dwalin howled as the giant rock came flying towards them, hitting the edge of the mountain, shattering. To give them better protection, Saeril hovered herself over the group, and her huge wings covered most of them like an umbrella from the falling debris. A few rocks hit her back, but she didn't let her strength wane.