Yavanna had always been considered a blessing, among her people. As was her elder sister. With her rare bloodlines mixture, her beauty and natural kindness, compassion and love for almost everything in Middle Earth. Yavanna was loved by most. Yet the heart of a star; desired by enemies. Many believed her and Arwen to be a symbol, of peace and beauty. Some believed, she represented hope for the future of their world. Everyone had their own views on the matter.

The young she-elf embraced Saeril in a soft hug. In a way, she was thanking the elder...for listening to her. The girl felt a part of the family, like she had known them all her entire life.

Kili had pursed his lips, it seemed like neither of them knew what was going on. "I hope, she's okay." he said softly. He had never seen, anything bother Yavanna before. Besides his health and injury, the last few hours. This was new.