After beheading the Orc. Thranduil instructed a lock down of the realm. No one was to enter, no one was to leave. All gates, rivers, entrances to be watched for a higher evil. As he was about to leave, he smiled at his son. "I see you came to care for young Yavanna." he commented, subtly. He did take notice of his son's actions and word before, as the Orc taunted about harming the girl. Thranduil always hoped, his son one might day find happiness.
Yavanna was no low Silvan elf. That would not be something, the Elvenking would approve off. But the young girl...potentially yes. She was kind. An innocent pure soul, despite her picking of friends. 

Yavanna heard the bickering among the Dwarves and Biblo. "Enough you all." she told them in a hushed voice. Feeling about in her own pouch, she produced 6 coins. Giving it to Balin. Gloin had turned out every pocket he had, and managed to find 1 coin.
"We still need 3 more." Balin muttered.

The young Princess, stayed near by Fili. In attempt to warm him up slightly. But her mind kept wondering back to the Prince of Mirkwood. His eyes, the clear icy blue. As cold as his eyes might have been...they were a beautiful color. As Yavanna found herself thinking about his handsome features, she shook her head. Noticing the look on Saeril's face.
Kili just leaned his head against her shoulder...closing his eyes slightly. He felt warmer, with her sitting near by. As his eyes opened, he smiled over at Yavanna and Fili. Noticing the look in her eyes "Someone on your mind?" he asked her, with slight concern.
Yavanna blushed a little, as Kili seemed to pick up on that. "I...nothing...never mind." she shook her head "Just, worried about you. We need your leg looked at as soon as possible." she said softly. In attempt to change the subject. Hearing the Princess, Thorin rose a slight eyebrow at her. Wondering what had happened, when she fell behind for a while during the Orc pack attack.