Saeril has noticed the much-familiar terrain that Yavanna has called ‘home’. It was a beautiful to be back at a place they once were, only a couple of weeks ago. A part of the she-elf wondered, was whether or not they would be able to find those that would help them figure out what was going on in the world. Truth be told, she didn’t know [i]everyone[/i], or what they were capable of, so she had to trust Yavanna’s word that Lord Elrond would be able to help them in seeking answers. 

Having to cross the bridge, she could only think about the memories of being here. The night when she invited Kili to fly with her, to the night when she had comforted Yavanna. It sort of felt like a blessing to return to a place where she first formed the strongest of bonds, both with the princess, as well as Kili. However, it didn’t feel the same, with absence of Thorin, Fili, and the rest of the company that were left behind. 

“It’s the princess!”, one of the guards shouted, having to blow the horn to announce the girl’s arrival.