Saeril listened to Lord Elrond’s response to her proposal, but she could honestly say that becoming a guardian to one of Middle-Earth’s most-important people, would become her greatest challenge. But knowing her, she was willing to take it, as well as do everything in her power to make sure it is met. Her previous failure only told her to give it her all, as well as take drastic measures to make sure she stays happy and well. She took King Thranduil’s word; she was more than willing to take that of Lord Elrond’s own. At least she found the opportunity to throw her offer out there. 

“Thank you, my lord”, she said, grateful and relieved, that he would be able to think about it.The elder will do whatever it takes to watch over his precious daughter. Saeril respectably bowed to him, before proceeding to leave the room, clean up, and get ready for the council. 

Meanwhile, Legolas rode onto the kingdom grounds, having to smile at his surroundings before descending from his horse. A few others came in from behind: Boromir, Gmili, along with a few of his kin following after him. It had been so long since the blonde elf prince had last been here. It was only when he was but an Elven child that he had ever been to the Elven palace next to the sea. He had to come with his father, every time Thranduil decided to visit Lord Elrond about certain circumstances, while he would venture upon the grounds of the land. 

The sight merely brought back memories like they were yesterday. But another has been in his mind for the past few days: Yavanna, the Elven girl whom he had managed to grow fond of, in just a short amount of time. He had to admit that he had grown quite distracted, and it always told him to touch the next the necklace she’d placed around his neck, to make sure that it didn’t dissapear. It became his only reminder of her, and he had promised to see her young and innocent face that held two enchanting-green eyes, whilst having her creamy-pale skin be painted over her, and continuously flow with her long black hair.