Saeril and Fili smiled fondly when they heard Yavanna talk about another section of Middle-Earth; one that the winged she-elf knew too well, while Fili didn't. It had been a while for the elder to be there, and the only thing she remembered about that forest was the glowing lights of the trees at night. It was a beautiful homeland for the many Elves, including the legendary Noldor. However, she frowned when the princess asked about the beauty of Fangorn. In truth, it wasn't as bright as how it was those many, many years ago. Ever since the downfall of her race, there wasn't much to the forest anymore, except for the fellow Ents who shared that said-territory. 

Pulling an old clump of vines off a stone statue, Gandalf saw that a large eye had been plastered with red war paint. Galadriel's voice spoke to him in his mind. "If our enemy has returned, then we must know. Go to the tombs in the mountains. "The High Fells. So be it", he swallowed, turning quickly back to the group. "Not my horse, I need it!" he called. "I would not do this unless I had to", Gandalf answered to the princess as he got onto the horse's back. "I have business that needs attending to, and it cannot wait. No matter what happens, stay on the path!", he reminded them, before riding away.

“Come on. We must reach the mountain before the sun sets on Durin’s Day", the woods were uninviting, and a broken, paved path that leads them towards the darkness. Foliage and shrubbery crowded the travelers, and the trees seemed to reach the sky and block out the possibility that the sun was above them. "This is our one chance to find the hidden door."

Saeril has been using her elven stealth to allow herself to walk quieter, but the forest itself was eerily quiet. Something wasn't right, she knew. It didn't feel normal. She couldn't help but see Kili stride away from the group. That was when she remembered: the very air was heavy with illusion. It had no effect on the Elven folk, but she just found out that Kili nor his brother were immune. They began to walk slower, their speech began to slur; they were hallucinating and disoriented, and they began to feel light-headed but they forced themselves to keep going. 

Quickly, the she-elf had to prevent him from almost falling off the edge of the path by grabbing the back of his cloak and turning him around. She was down to his level, and holding his face, trying to tell him that it wasn't real and that he was seeing things. Fili wasn't any better; also in his own trance, and kinda in his own little world. It was strange and out of place to see the brothers like this; so disordered.