"And I did. I freed his miserable head from his wrenched shoulders." Thranduil said...seeing the body still squirming. He stomped on the body a little and the twitching stopped. "There was nothing more, he could have told me." The king told his son. The matter was complicated. But a forces of dark power, that would consume and destroy anything in it's path was coming. All Legolas needed to know, was that their realm was in danger...their world. But Thranduil only cared about Mirkwood. The others, were not his concern as such. Noticing his son's actions. He smiled a little to himself. It reminded him, of being younger. When he first met his wife...Legolas' mother. In so many ways, young Yavanna reminded him of his late wife. The two alike in so many ways. Of course his son, somewhat stubborn to admit what he was feeling. In many ways, he got that after him. "I am sure, you'll find a way...and do the right thing." Thranduil spoke...as if reading his sons thoughts. Before he left, returning back to his throne room. As Yavanna watched the scenery pass. She smiled in wonder and awe at the mountain before them. She had never seen anything beautiful like that before...it was more wondrous to see it up close. She rubbed Fili's shoulder softly and she smiled softly. Hearing Bard, Yavanna put her hood over her head...her dark raven locks visible. But her elven ears concealed. Looking like a mere mortal. Yavanna had helped hide the Dwarves into the Barrels. Before she was sitting back on the bench. Kili listened to his God-Mother. Giving her hand a soft squeeze. "Things have been tough, these past few days." he said softly "I am not upset. I promise." he told her. He didn't blame her for anything. But he did worry about her...she seemed more grim than usual. He also worried about Yavanna of course. It seemed like something was troubling them both...besides his injury. He couldn't admire the Lonely Mountain for long..as Bard warned them and he hide in the Barrel...with Searil and Yavanna's help. Even Bilbo was hidden in one.