Saeril watched and listened to the exchange between the princess, the Ranger, and Boromir argue on the fate of the world, while she was, mentally, trying to figure out how to word her case to the council. The last thing she needed, was to create a panic. The insults that Boromir gave towards young Yavanna were enough to get under the elder’s skin, but she knew she couldn’t jump into the fray as of now. As protective as she was over the younger she-elf, the girl didn’t necessarily need protecting [i]all[/i] the time. 

“I suggest, master Boromir, you pick your words carefully in her presence”, was all she could say to him, merely to at least give him a warning. Not only was Saeril bothered by such a scene, but Legolas was, as well. He didn’t much of an apparent reaction, but he certainly twitched, and eyed Boromir from where he sat. Such a man was meant to be looked after...

However, by the time the Grey Wizard pointed the winged she-elf out, the reactions were what she had expected yet silently feared. She didn’t face Kili when she heard his mantra of denial, but by the time he pleaded with her, all Saeril did was give a sad sigh, and a face, full of shame. “It’s the truth”, she softly, and sadly, responded to her godson. “I’m sorry”. No matter how many times she wanted to say the same thing, Saeril couldn’t use it as an excuse. The curtain was open; there was no turning back. 

Hearing the slight crack within Yavanna’s voice, the elder glanced at her to see the recently-turned grey within her eyes. She didn’t know what that meant, but Saeril knew that she had to be honest with her. The question repeated itself within her mind, and she was trying to find the right words. “Everything that I did, wasn’t of my doing. It was the work of Maleficent, my other-half. The Battle of Moria, the death of Thror and Thrain; the extinction of Durin’s Folk. All of it wasn’t of my doing; I’m not a murderer. I was kidnapped, tortured; guided into a conceived-darkness that led me into striking fear and chaos”, the sadness was evident, and she couldn’t look at Yavanna nor Kili while doing so. She was much too ashamed.