Saeril continued to clutch the sides of her head, just as the pain continued to rile itself from within. The Dark Lord only continued to give the elder she-elf more pain than she ever felt in all of the times he has tried to penetrate her mind. Just as she heard the worried voices of Yavanna and her godson, the feeling disappeared as soon as it came. However, it still lingered. With one hand still holding her head, the winged she-elf closed her eyes, until a tear trailed down her face. "He continues to torture me so", she finally managed to say; after a while, she put her hand down, placing on top of the princess' hand, that was set upon her shoulder. "We need to see Lord Elrond. I believe there's more to it than we think", she said, slowly opening her eyes. She needed to see Gandalf about this.