Yavanna's crying hadn't really stopped...her grief and pain too fresh. As she felt Saeril release her..she let her go, silently. As Yavanna felt Legolas' arms wrap around her...another sob escaped her. Moving against his chest...Yavanna rested her head on his strong chest...her own arms wrapped around him. Tears run down her cheeks..sinking through the material of his clothing. As she cried...Yavanna felt the warmth and security of his arms around her. It brought back the feelings and memories of not so long ago...when he caught her in his arms. How safe he made her feel.

Her crying, was slowly getting weaker...as her cries turned into light sobs and whimpers. Like an inner battle with herself, to try and remain strong for everyone around her. Especially Kili and Saeril. Bilbo had been sitting not so far away, from them on a rock....watching in sadness.

Feeling his God-mothers tap. Kili reluctantly moved away from his brother's body. Glancing to his side, he saw Legolas trying to comfort Yavanna. Before he noticed the presence of someone else. King Thranduil. It seemed like the elder elf, had been looking for his son.

Tauriel could hear Yavanna's crying slowly coming to stop. When she saw Kili looking behind her...she glanced over her shoulder, to see Legolas' father. This didn't seem like the best timing with everything...but she gathered, he had been worried about his son...if that was possible.