Yavanna noticed, the Prince's cold gaze towards the three of them. She tried not to be phased by his cold look. But her eyes remained soft, as she glanced between the King and the Prince. Their resemblance visible.

Thranduil acknowledged Saeril with a nod, and he rose an eyebrow at the trio. "And what may you be all doing in Mirkwood?" he asked rather sharply. "Trying to steal, something that doesn't belong to you?" he asked Thorin. He had heard about the Orcist.

"I didn't steal anything." Thorin said sharply, looking up at the elvenking. But seemed rather reluctant to tell the King, why they were in Mirkwood. Given the betrayal all those years ago.