"An Orc stronghold in the far north of the Misty Mountains", the blonde confirmed to their thoughts. "I fear that there is something more to their simple attack on Laketown", Legolas explained as he looked back at the mountain, before he turned back to them. "I ride north. Will you come with me?", he asked them, feeling the need to. 

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[i]Meanwhile,[/i]

The group was almost at the strong household of Durin's Folk. The whole way, Saeril and Fili only wondered if Yavanna would be okay, but they had to trust her in Legolas, like how they had wanted him to. Having to walk through the desolated plains, the mountain was much larger up close than how it was far away. The ruins left by the dragon were the first to spot: golden walls turned to ash. 

Saeril looked around the now desolated mountain as soon as they entered the almost-destroyed front gate; like everyone, she had wondered, and had become worried about the aftermath of waking up such a beast. It was quiet, a little too quiet; only tiny pebbles rolling at their feet. As silent stepping came from the she-elf, one wouldn't even know she was there.