Over the next few days, the feeling of mourning for the king and prince had fell over the ruins of Ered Luin in such short time. There was even a traditional day where the townspeople would honor them, as well as the deaths of those who died at the battle of the Lonely Mountain. Word traveled fast once they received news that Dain Ironfoot and the soldiers from the Iron Hills had taken part in the fight. 

Like Dis had said, Saeril and Yavanna were welcomed as guests upon their land. Some were wary; some remained cautious, but nonetheless, they were accepted amongst them. The winged she-elf started to drift off in certain times, having to experience headaches on occasion, and whenever Kili, Yavanna, or Dis came to notice, Saeril insisted and reassured them that she was fine. But, since it wasn't Kili or Yavanna's first rodeo of witnessing such an event, they knew that it couldn't just be a simple headache. For Saeril, she entirely knew what was amongst them, and once she shared this with them, worry came across them. Of course, she didn't tell them the whole truth...as she was reluctant to. 

When the day came for their departure, the Dwarves were kind enough to loan them some horses, food, as well as other resources for their travels. They needed to go back to Rivendell, and seek out some answers about the potential darkness that might be upon them. Dis was honestly reluctant to let Kili go; not after what happened to her first son and Thorin. Like any good mother, she wanted to keep her child safe. But he held faith, and wanted to look out for Saeril and Yavanna, who were also family. Dis stood in front of him, before giving him a hug; one that would allow her to pass her love. "Please. [i]Please[/i]. Come back to me", she pleaded, as she embraced him.