Tauriel sprung up, with a Hobbit in her arms. As one by one, the members of the Company, began to pop up. Kili frantically looked around for Yavanna; when he noticed she was nowhere. "Yavanna!" he yelled out; seeing Legolas and Saeril looking down over the edge. But no answer came. Kili felt anger hit him; was he loosing another family member? Wasn't it bad enough, that they lost Thorin and Fili?

Pippin and Merry looked to where Saeril and Legolas were looking down to. "She can't be dead..." Merry said. "Gandalf, do something." The Hobbit begged. Sad look in his eyes. The Princess was a sweet. They couldn't have lost her.

Tauriel looked shocked; feeling tears form in her eyes. Was Yavanna gone? Tauriel cared for Yavanna, she was a dear friend. She could see the pain on Legolas' face, as he was looking down to where Yavanna had fallen. Aragorn was shocked; was Yavanna gone? They lost one member of the company so soon? And Lord Elrond's daughter? That was the first thing imaginable. After they all promised to him, they'd look out for her.

The fall was long and edgy. At some point, Yavanna tumbled a little bit. Before she finally stopped, at one of the lower ledges. Unconscious. Half buried in the snow. She had scratches all over her face. And most likely bruised ribs, as well as a head injury from hitting rocks. Her breathing shallow...but it was there. Her finger slightly twitched.

Yavanna could hear voices. [i] 'Legolas needs you, child. It's not your time.'[/i] The voice gentle and loving. It belonged to her mother.
The second voice was familiar. And brought back an aching feeling that reminded her of the Lonely Mountains and The Battle of the Five Armies. [i]'Live to fight another day. You're not destined to join me and Fili, in the beyond. It's not your time.'[/i] It was one and only Thorin.

All of a sudden; Yavanna saw images fill her head: She could see[i] her beloved Legolas on the edge; looking down. The pain in his expression made her heart ache. She saw how distraught the company seemed. So much sadness.

"Let the ring-bearer decide", A familiar voice spoke, over the bickering of some of the Company. Allowing Frodo to choose." Gandalf's voice rung inside of her head. His voice loud and clear. Almost like he was standing over her.
"We shall go through the Mines." Frodo finally announced; as he came to a conclusion.[/i]

And so, as Frodo willed it. The company were to head to the Mines of Moria. Down on the lower levels of the mountain. Yavanna was slowly waking up, with groan of agony. Her head was spinning...and her body aching.