The guards escorted Yavanna to the dungeons. Yavanna just glanced back at Saeril...hoping; she knew what the elder was doing. As they got to the Dungeons...the guards walked past the Elven prince..before opening up an empty cell for Yavanna. Stepping into the cell..she closed her eyes, hearing the door close behind her. Sitting down, she leaned against the wall.

Thranduil was sitting on his throne once more; looking at the winged-she elf. His eyes turned cold with pain, before he narrowed them in a glare as she dared speak of his wife. "Do not...dare...mention...her...again!" his voice filled with pain. It hurt him, to hear about his wife. Even if she meant well.

But to hear her offer. "Why would you want to do that?" he asked, with a raised eyebrow. "What do you want in return? If you bring me the Gems?"