As Yavanna watched the boat sail away; she noticed Bilbo had glanced back at their little group worried. Thorin was at the front of the Barge, looking towards the Lonely Mountain as the Barge Sailed. The young she-elf was worried about Kili...he looked whiter than the palest sand. Worse than a ghost really.

"I have a bad, feeling about this." Yavanna muttered softly, as she heard Fili. She then glanced to the side seeing Bofur; he looked dissapointed, that he missed the boat. She smiled at him softly. With Sympathy. She then gasped seeing Kili almost fall over. "Kili." she said softly...he just groaned in pain, as Saeril scooped him up.

[i]This really was bad timing.[/i] The small part of the company, walked through Lake Town. Trying to get some help for Kili, but pretty much all closed their doors...not knowing how to help a sick Dwarf. And so they ended up at Bard's doorstep again. Yavanna knocked on the familiar door..When Bard opened the door. He didn't look happy.

"No...I am done with Dwarves...go away!" He tried to close the door on them.

Yavanna caught the door, with Bofur's help. "No please...we don't know where else to go." Yavanna said.
"Kili's sick." Bofur said, glancing over his shoulder...Kili looked even more worse..barely able to keep his eyes open "He's very very sick."