Bilbo and Yavanna were quite, just like the rest of the company. Listening to Beorn's story. The young Princess, felt sorry for him. Seeing the chain around his wrist..she couldn't imagine what it must have been like for him and his people. Now the last one of his kin. When she felt Saeril stiffen beside her...she glanced at her with concern. But gave her a soft smile.

Kili frowned, as he heard Beorn talk about Dwarves like that. What an insult. His jaw clenched slightly. Yavanna wasn't too happy to hear those words either. They didn't strike her as such.

After Breakfast, Yavanna was sitting behind Fili on their horse. She would have been at the front, if it weren't for her injured arm. Her arm probably would have tired after not too long. Yavanna was a good rider, but not as good as her sister. Her elder sister Arwen, was the fastest rider in Rivendell. Yavanna lacked such skill...but she had others, that Arwen was not so good at. Kili himself was quite a good rider, as he and Saeril rode off. His horse sprinted down the path towards the forest. Gandalf was in front, with Thorin not far behind. Yavanna had her arms gently wrapped around Fili's waist, to hold onto him.

Bilbo rode on his own, a few of the other Dwarves had to share due to the number of Horses Beorn had. Lucky, they had transport, quick and the could be safe from the Orcs.