As they waited for Bilbo. Yavanna had been in conversation with the Durin Heirs and Saeril. Whilst, she knew the were safe for now. They had to keep moving, before Azog and his pack would track them down. She didn't want to see the Pale Orc any time soon. They had just managed to get away, with luck and their talent of fighting. She smiled softly, as the elder adjusted her cloak.

Thorin was leaning against a tree. Seemingly deep in thought. He was remembering the moment; he had met Gandalf at Bree. Gandalf was the one that encouraged him to take back Erebor from Smaug, along with the Arkenstone. Just like Gandalf had tried to convince his father to do the same. It seemed, like Thrain was rumored to be seen wondering the wilderness, But Thorin had never found him. Soon enough, Thorin saw Bilbo running back to them.

"How close are the Orc Pack?"

"A few Leagues, if not more." Bilbo breathed out. "But we have another problem..."