Yavanna saw the calculating look in Lord Thranduil's eyes, as he listened to Saeril. "Ah, you seek that what would bestow upon you,  the right to rule." Thranduil figured it out, looking at Thorin. "The King's Jewel. The Arkenstone. You desire it. It is precious to you beyond measure. I understand that. " he smirked slightly. "I too desire, jewls in the Mountains. White Gems of pure Starlight."

"I offer you my help." Thranduil spoke, looking at Thorin.

The Dwarven King was quite for a few moments, looking at Thranduil. "I am listening."
"I will let you go, if you but return what is mine." The Elvenking spoke looking at the Dwarf.

"Ah...A favor for a favor." Thorin muttered, as he turned away from Thorin a few moments. "You have my word." Thranduil spoke softly. "One king to another."

Thorin's jaw clenched slightly. "I would not trust. Thranduil...The Great King. To honer his word...should the end of all days be upon us." Thorin rose his voice, getting angry. Yavanna closed her eyes, as she heard Thorin. "Thorin..." she said softly, trying to calm him down before something would happen.
"You lack all Honnor." Thorin yelled out. "I have seen how you treat your friends! We came to you once, starving, homeless. But you turned your back. Turned your back, away from the suffering of my People! The infero that destroyed us." Thranduil looked slightly shocked and appalled, at the tone Thorin took with him.

Yavanna just flinched, at how angry Thorin sounded. This was not going to end well, if it carried on like this. "Do not talk to me about Dragon Fire! I know it's wrath and ruin!" Thranduil's face began to change...it seemed like the skin of a snake for a few moments. The shift made Yavanna take a step back from the ElvenLord. "I have faced the Great Serpents of the North! I warned your Grand-father, of what his greed would Summon!"