Legolas allowed Yavanna to lean against him, against his chest, while he held her hand and rested his other on her forearm in comfort, as he watched the amount of sorrow before him. He had never seen this much sadness, ever since the departure of his mother. Grief has surrounded them, and Saeril watched in her own amount of sorrow, having to look at Yavanna for a moment, before looking at Kili in the distance, as he stood next to his now-deceased brother. 

It was only for a few minutes until all of the dwarves left the platform and the elder she-elf elegantly approached the bodies. With her hood above her head, the guardian of Durin's Folk proclaimed an Elvish chant between both bodies, asking Mahal to preserve their bodies, and guide their souls to a better place where they can be protected for all eternity. With a bow upon one knee, the winged she-elf left the spot, and back to where she was standing before, next to the three elves and Kili, having to place a hand on the youngest's shoulder.

"The King is dead!", declared Gandalf. "Long live the King!", Balin said next, before the rest of the Dwarven brethren repeated after him. "Long live the King!", drawing their swords in respect.