Kili was silent, as they began to make their way down the mountain towards the mines of Moria. But the tears visible in his eyes. He had lost the one person, he considered a sister. Merry and Pippin, along with Sam and Frodo too were shaken by 'Yavanna's' death...they might have not known her long. But she was far too sweet, far too young to be taken away from them. Aragorn could see how pained Legolas was; and it hurt him to see his friend like that.

As Yavanna managed to sit up...with agonising attempt. She was surprised, her weapons survived the fall without breaking beyond repair. Let alone, that she had survived the fall it self. Looking up,with a painful crink in her neck. She had took a big fall. Yavanna felt something wet on her head. Touching her head...there was some blood. Her back hurt a lot, so did her shoulder. Yavanna wasn't sure if something was broken, cracked...or just majorly bruised. But she never felt like this before. Despite that; she felt lucky enough to be alive.

The Mines. She told herself. Yavanna had to get to the mines. She carefully and somewhat slowly made her way down the mountain; where she would take the path towards the mines. On her path. Strange thoughts? No Memories? She wasn't sure...what it was. But it was filling her mind...almost every step, she took closer towards Moria. She kept seeing Saeril. Sauron...Saruman....and Saeril getting tortured. The painful horrible images, caused her pain. Making her gasp out in shock. Tears forming in her eyes; at the pain, and agony that Saeril must have went through. It almost felt, like Yavanna was relieving it, as each memory filled her head.

In those moments; Yavanna regretted yelling at her. For blaming everything on Saeril. Yes, Saeril may have committed horrible crimes. But Yavanna came to see, that Saeril had been telling the truth. She was a victim.

As she kept vigil on her journey. Yavanna had no idea; how long it had taken her. But she arrived at the Mines; a while after the rest of the Fellowship. Maybe an hour or two? As the company it seemed, were trying to figure out the password to enter. Hearing a twig snap near by. Aragorn spun around; his eyes widened when he saw young Yavanna. She was alive. But what a dishevelled sight. Her dark hair, covered in dried blood, dried blood on her forehead, scratches...probably sporting other injuries. But she was alive.

All those, that looked over their shoulder were speechless to see Yavanna. In one piece. Whatever Gandalf the Grey saw in her potential wise; The Wizard and others were right. Yavanna was destined for many great things. Her power had been growing since Gundabad. Apart from Saeril and her grand-mother Galadriel; she would be one of the most powerful elves of Middle-Earth. Of purity, and goodness. And destined for greatness, and helping restore peace and light in Middle Earth.