In regards to Saeril’s physical state, Yavanna was now having the acknowledgment of becoming aware. Kili had managed to see it for a brief amount of time, but the elder stayed quiet on what the real reason was behind it. These headaches of hers were becoming more apparent, so both the princess and Kili were now becoming suspicious. Saeril knew she would have to spill it to them soon, but couldn’t; not now. Hearing her words, she didn’t want to confirm on her fears, but there was no hiding it.

“Yes”, she softly said, solemnly, not wanting to share it, but knew it was true. She feared that the battle was just the beginning, and that the dark lord wants to destroy all that is good, including hope. The antagonistic hunt for Kili may be over, but Yavanna was now in more danger than ever. She remembered what the enemy said during the battle; he was on the hunt for the princess too.

Instinctively, the elder reached a hand to gently place it on the back of the younger’s head, and gently allow her to lean against her, and lay it upon her shoulder. The winged she-elf now had another duty, she was to guard Middle-Earth’s Brightest Star, as well, and she was willing to put her life on the line to keep her safe.