After Bilbo's departure. The rest of the late afternoon into the evening seemed to fly by rather quickly. Kili's request came true, the young Dwarf witnessed the survivors of Lake Town; getting what they were promised. Yavanna too was glad, that they got what was promised to them. So they could rebuild their lives, and have some plenty more for the future. Bard had been named the King, of New Dale. It was quite an honnor for him, Yavanna gathered. But he deserved it, for what he had done. The company then said goodbye to each other, over a nice dinner.

After the trio had eaten, and had everything they would need. They had began to their journey to The Blue Mountains. Yavanna would miss the company of the Dwarves..they were a merry bunch. But hopefully, they'd meet again some day.

Both Yavanna and Kili were silent, as they walked with Saeril. Kili's thoughts lingered on his brother and beloved Uncle Thorin. His mind searching for ways, how he should...would need to break the sad news to his mother. But nothing seemed, right in his mind. It was going to be the most difficult thing ever; having to tell his mother the heart-breaking news. Kili didn't feel ready for it. Not mentally, emotionally...or physically. He was still trying to come to terms with the deaths himself.

The young Dwarf tried to think of happier things. Something that would allow to his mind and memories sane.

Yavanna's mind kept swimming with various different thoughts. From when she first met the Dwarves, that instant bond of friendship she had with Fili and Kili. To Fili's support, when she had met Legolas. His encouragement to stay with the Elven Prince, was still replying in her mind. The last words, he had ever spoken to her. The many memories, and thoughts of Legolas were ever present in her mind. Thoughts of Legolas seemed to keep her sane. Kept her strong enough, to not fall into the darkness of pure sorrow and grief. But she also missed him. His blue eyes, the way he'd comfort her. Those brief smiles, that made her heart skip a beat. Whatever the fate of their world was too be, she hoped he was safe.

For a while, the young she-elf even began to think about her elder sister. Yavanna and Arwen had always been close. And alike in so many ways. Whilst Yavanna loved her elder brothers...of course she did. She just found it hard to trust them, and be close to them...after the lies they told her. She did miss her elder sister, wondering where Arwen's fate and destiny, had taken her too.

Next followed memories of her childhood, that she spent in Lothlorien. Yavanna was loved by the Elves of Lorien. The pride and joy to her grand-parents. She owed them a lot. They were a big...huge...important part of her life. Both Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel had given her so much...taught her so much. From History of Middle Earth, to the History of their Kind...to teaching her how to handle her powers/elven magic. They had also just opened that wonderful world, where she met so many people; that was in their realm. One Particular person, she had always been close to was Haldir. 
The Marchwarden...he was one of her closest friends and her mentor. He pretty much taught her almost everything, she knew when it came to combat and fighting with weapons. A few of her father's best warriors taught her back in Rivendell growing up, when she got bit older..