The wind was far too strong, and for them to try and continue taking this path, it has eventually become far too dangerous for everyone. As much as Saeril tried to give them some coverage, some of the snow was able to overpower, and eventually bury them. Legolas managed to briefly hear a scream, but before he could react, the snow was already upon them. He sprung out first, with Saeril slowly following, along with the others slowly following suit. By the time they did, the Elf Prince was already looking around, having to look down over the side of the cliff, with a worried look on his face. The scream sounded so much like Yavanna; he just [i]knows[/i] that it was her. She couldn't have, could she? They were so high up. No one could have survived that fall, right? Was she dead? What if she managed to continue breathing? What if...? 

Saeril stood next to him, worriedly looking down over the side with him. She was having the same thoughts as well, but then the same rage was building, just as she looked up into the distance of where the voice came from. If the princess was truly dead, the elder swore to give the White Wizard a swift death. 

The group behind them were arguing once again on where to go; Boromir suggesting Gondor, with Gimli suggesting Moria. Gandalf knew that the mines were now shrouded in darkness, and it became highly-doubtful that it would be a safe passage. "Let the ring-bearer decide", he said, allowing Frodo to choose.