Saeril continued to look for anything out of the ordinary. Since they were now easily exposed, anything could happen, as well as the right opportunity that could arise for the opposition. She allowed Kili to ride in front her, so she could see both of them within her eye's vision, as well as become their shield at the back. Familiar terrain went by and, in a flash, they could spot the sea after riding to the top of a hill. They left early in the morning, so there might be a chance where they arrive around noon, on the same day. It did indeed feel as though the trip went a whole lot quicker than how they were on foot. 

Her thoughts of how she should expose the truth went towards her memories of serving under Sauron; from the torture, to the pain, all the way up towards chaos and violence. Such thoughts were meant to be forgotten, and they were slowly coming back, while the elder did feel a darkness in the air. 

Somewhere, Legolas was indeed riding towards Rivendell, along with a few Sindarin Elves by his side; the necklace of the girl he had never forgotten, still around his neck underneath his cloak. [i]'I'm coming back, Yavanna. Just wait for me, my star'[/i], he said, for it was a mantra that he repeated for about the twentieth time. It became very much a vow that he intended to fulfill.