Yavanna poked her head around to side, to see what lay before them as Legolas stopped their horse. He was right, it was too dangerous for a horse to go through. Her arms gently, maybe a little reluctantly, released their hold from his waist letting him off of the horse. "That sounds fair...it doesn't look good for a horse." she agreed. As she was about to get off of the horse...she felt Legolas help her down. She smiled at him softly.

Tauriel nodded in agreement, they were both right. It didn't look like a far of a walk and they were all elves. As she climbed off of her own horse; she hoped both the creatures would still be here on their return. She began to walk up the steep hill, with Yavanna and Legolas by her side.

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As Kili helped her stand up. The young Dwarf couldn't help but frown as he heard her words. And so the battle of tug and war continues. "He's my Uncle!" Kili could not promise such a thing. Did Saeril not understand, that he felt loyal to his uncle aswell? He didn't like this...not one bit. Kili hated to be put in this position, to be picking and choosing between them both. They were both family.

[i]On the other hand,[/i]
Bilbo learned that the Elder Dwarf Balin thought that the Arkenstone better remain lost. For Thorin's own sake and wealth...or it'd get much much worse. Once the Hobbit was alone, he sat on one of the benches..his hands in his pocket. He felt something in his pocket and held it in the palm of his hand.
But the voice of Thorin caught him off guard. "What is that?!In your hand!?" Bilbo had jumped up, at the sound of his voice and tried to pass it off as 'nothing.' But Thorin wasn't having any of it and he demanded to be showed what it was. Bilbo opened up the palm of his hand. In there was a small acorn.
"I picked it up, in Beorn's Garden." Bilbo spoke, as he saw Thorin's confused and maybe a little stunned expression.
"You've carried it all this way?" Thorin asked looking at Bilbo.
Bilbo just nodded. "I am going to plant, in my Garden one day. In Bag-end." Bilbo explained. Thorin let out a small chuckle, with a soft smile.
"That's a poor Prize, to back to the Shire." The Dwarf King thought.
"One day...it'll grow." Bilbo replied "And every-time I look at it, I'll remember. I'll remember everything...the Good...the bad...and how lucky, I am to have made it home." The Dwarf just smiled at the young Hobbit, but the moment was cut short when Thorin learned off the arrival of the survivors of Lake Town, piling into the city of Dale.