Yavanna watched Thorin being dragged off. Her eyes filled with sadness, as she registered Legolas' stone cold look. She glanced away from the young Prince. Only to be grabbed by two Guards herself.She gasped slightly...one of them had gripped her bad arm again. "A little gentle please." Yavanna told the two guards.

Thranduil rose an eyebrow, as he heard Saeril. He looked curious "Let her speak." he told the guards. "And take the young one away." he ordered. If it came down to it, he'd deal with the Princess later on. But right now, his mood was sour. And not in the mood to deal with both of them at once.