With Kili and Yavanna's last word, Saeril knew that she had to comply. This was not the time to try and convince them otherwise, even after they just found out about her darkest secret. As much as she wanted to continue, she had to respect their wishes, as bound as she was to her duty. She knew, for a fact, that they did not understand the full capabilities of Sauron; of he had done to her. As if in response to her own sadness, the elder's wings sank, to the point where it touched the ground. She was slightly trembling after having this quarrel, having to look at the ground, as it pained her too much to say anything back to them. For that, the winged she-elf stayed silent.

Gandalf looked over towards her, and noticed her skin becoming more paler than usual. She was full of guilt, once more. He didn't say anything, but if only they could reverse what effect Sauron had upon her. It was only until Gimli tried to destroy the ring, that the she-elf had responded with a flinch, from her own thoughts: She gasped, as soon as the weapon hit the powerful object, and held onto the arms of her chair quickly. The angry whispers flew in the air, and resonated from the ring in Black Speech. She felt the need to repeat it, all of a sudden, but tried to refrain. She was [i]that[/i] bound to the Dark Lord himself. 

"The Lord's right", Legolas spoke up, seemingly ignoring Boromir's words, glancing around the council. "The Ring must be destroyed!"