Saeril flew down at her, praying that the younger elf was prepared for what was to come. Her daggers were at the ready, though she was prepared to halt in her movements if the princess had any delays in the maneuver; just to prevent the girl from getting hurt accidentally. However, the sharp turn of her sword blocked the elder's daggers from making their mark. The light inside the younger was beginning the glow, and the winged she-elf slowly smiled with a nod, proud of her accomplishment to teach Yavanna something new to use on the battlefield. 

Gracefully, Saeril descended back on the ground, tucking her wings in, and drawing her daggers back into their sheaths; she heard Kili clapping nearby, before speaking to the younger, "Well done", she said. "You showed absolute attentiveness and disclipline", she complimented. "That will all for today. But if you're lucky, you might learn something else from me, at a later time", she smiled in a motherly fashion, before placing a hand upon her shoulder.