As Tauriel was crouched, on the other side of Yavanna...she saw a flicker between the rocks. "I saw a light." she murmured. Something definitely moved there. As the red-haired she-elf listened to Legolas explain; her eyes filled with sadness as he mentioned the loss of his mother. Tauriel was rather speechless, not knowing how to comfort him. But her eyes were soft, sympathetic.

Listening to the prince talk, Yavanna sensed a sadness in his voice, as if he recalled a bad memory. As she learned, that he lost his mother. Her eyes filled with a sadness. Yavanna knew, what it was like to loose a parent. She had lost her mother, at a young age. when Yavanna was only 8, Lady Celebrian went missing. To this day, she had not been found, Many believed her to be dead. Growing up without a mother, left the young she-elf with a void, not many could fill. Maybe apart from Seril. She was like the mother, she always needed through out her years.  Yavanna knew the void and emptiness, one felt with the loss of someone, dear to your heart.

"I am so sorry." The young she-elf whispered. Yavanna's hand lightly, tenderly touched his own. An affectionate, soft touch. Giving his hand a soft squeeze, as if wanting to soothe him.

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Kili saw the exhaustion of Fili's eyes. His elder brother, was pulling his weight...for the both of them. He could not express, how grateful he was for Fili's help...but it was tiring for them all. "It is my home, I will defend it...not let others fight for me." Kili spoke, as Saeril asked if he would follow her into battle. Kili was one of Thorin's best warriors; he never backed down from a fight...not when it came to protecting his home.

Knowing Bilbo could not reason with Thorin any longer. The young Hobbit left the armory, unseen. Everyone was busy, getting ready. In the city of Dale, citizens were surprised and startled by the arrival of Gandalf, the Grey.

"Oi...you...Pointy Hat!" Alfrid addressed Gandalf; walking down a few stairs. "Yes, you! We don't want no Tramps, Beggars or Vagabonds around here. We got enough trouble, without the likes of you." he as always was bitter, judging Gandalf with his every look. "Of you go...on your horse." Alfrid nodded to the Stallion Gandalf arrived on.