Saeril didn’t look at them, having to hear the sounds of hurt and distraught in their voices. This was it. The reactions that she feared, and yet, they were to be expected. The elder didn’t speak any more words, since they were right. She was a coward, a manipulator; a murderer. A cold-blooded murderer; a monster; the she-devil. These were the words she was now labeled as. Ever since the loss of her own purity, she had never become a good figure. She loved them both beyond measure, but they were now speaking of her in such harsh words, she didn’t know what to do. Saeril was now losing them...

“No!”, she shouted back, a tear beginning to fall down her face. She shook her head, shaking her head. “Clearly, you know nothing of what the Dark Lord is capable of! This evil entity, is full of malevolence and cruelty, and he can pass it on to others. He will do anything to make sure his goals are met. Corrupting me was one of them! I was a victim, and I am one, still!”, the rage and distraught was evident in her voice. It was against her own nature to shout back at the young dwarf and princess, but she was speaking truth: She was a victim. 

Kili’s words hit closer to home than expected. “I’ve never knew such an individual would exist!”, she countered to him. “As far as I can remember, I held no ill-will, nor have any intentions. Only Azog found her as a rarity; she unintentionally got into the middle of the bounty. It made her a target too”, she explained, still having a few tears fall from her eyes, and not have to look at neither Elf nor Dwarf. “I adored that bright, young girl who made everyone smile, as well as give light through reason”. 

Legolas listened to the argument between the three people who treasured one another. It was as if they were breaking apart, and falling. It was crumbling away. He didn’t know what was true and what was not; all that mattered was that Yavanna was hurt and confused. He couldn’t get up from his seat to comfort, as much as he had wanted to.