It seemed like everyone was silent; stuck in the abyss of their own thoughts. The Darkness and loss of Fili and Thorin's death, had affected all of them. In different ways. Kili had lost his big-brother, best-friend, protector and uncle. Yavanna had lost her best-friend, someone she had considered a brother. And a dear-friend, that did not know, how dear he was to her. Saeril had lost a good friend as well as her God-son, someone Yavanna had seen her view; almost like a son. It felt strange...having to get used to a new way of life...without the eldest Heir. The absence of Fili was clear. Yavanna wasn't used to being without Fili. He was missing...she was missing him. Even Kili hated being without his elder brother...it felt...incomplete.

But it seemed, like any good memories. Any distraction was good for the young Dwarf and the elf-Princess. Anything to stop thinking about the loss and sadness.

Yavanna was sitting by the fire, after she had washed her face in the little river near by. Her cloak was around Kili to help keep him warm. Her silver-blue outfit had been exposed. She didn't mind the evening breeze. Her raven hair was free, almost dancing in the wind, as each new gush of the air ruffled it. Kili was eating some of the Elvish bread...whilst Yavanna had been staring into the fire. Watching the red, orange and yellow colors of the sparks dancing.

Hearing Saeril's voice, Yavanna looked up. "Yes? What is it?" she asked softly. Standing up, the young she-elf walked over to the elder.