Yavanna heard the fear in Fili's voice. Her hand gently touched his, giving it a soft squeeze. Her other hand squeezed Kili's. She looked at him and Kili with soft affection. As if she was trying to calm them both down...but she worried about Thorin. She hoped, it was not too late to safe his life. Kili felt her hand and he smiled at the young Princess softly. Glad, that she was among them.

The flight was beautiful. Yavanna took in the beauty of middle-earth, despite what was going on few moments ago. But they were safe, as Azog the Defiler and his Orcs cursed, that the Sons of Durin, Saeril and the young-she elf were gone, along with the rest of the Company. For a moment, she thought she heard Saeril let out a grunt of pain of her own. But it might have been something else.

She had no idea, how long the flight was. But it was nice to get some rest for a little while. Eventually the Eagles began to swoop down, landing on a large piece of Boulder. The Eagle gently laid down Thorin, first...before flying away again.

Thorin laid there, out cold. His breathing shallow. But he was still alive..