While she was carefully, and gently, shaking the young Hobbit, trying to get him to respond, Saeril's ears picked upon the conversation that slowly escalated, to the fact that the Steward Prince of Gondor began to clearly insult the young princess. She couldn't believe what she was now currently hearing, and yet, the sighting and sound of a slap filled the room. It was completely silent, by the time the sound came, and it only gave the winged she-elf the time to realize that Yavanna had slapped Boromir in the face, as retaliation for the many insults he just had the courage of saying. Saeril had just come to realize that the Elven girl will not even hesitate to give direct physical contact when angered; she forever kept this within her mind for the future. 

"As I have warned you, Master Boromir: Navigate your words carefully in her presence", she said to the mortal from her position, who was jut rubbing his face from Yavanna's latest assault. As long as she had known her, the girl was not entirely gentle, especially when it came to her emotions; she was rather sensitive when it came to her feelings. [i]That[/i] she knew quite well. 'Guess when it came to someone's bad side, the elder herself wouldn't be the only one to look out for. 

Legolas didn't know that his beloved would be capable of such actions, but he could only feel proud that she would be able to stand up for herself when threatened. For that, he can trust her in such scenarios, although not completely; his protectiveness, and all that. He swore to himself to never be too far away from her, and for that, he didn't want his fear to come true. 

Saeril was still kneeling by Frodo's side, and by the time the others joined her, the Hobbit had sat up immediately. Everybody was bewildered by the sight, having mixed feelings. That spear should have easily killed him. How could he still be alive after an attack like that? "I think there's more to this hobbit than meets the eye", Gandalf voiced aloud, before Frodo lifted up his shirt, showing no trace of an injury. "Mithril!", Gimli breathed, astounded. "You are full of surprises, Master Baggins", he smiled, impressed. 

Before any positive feelings could be shared, drums sounded once again. "To the bridge of Khazad-dum!", the wizard said, having to eventually lead the group out of the chamber, and back into the halls, where Goblins start scuttling down the Pillars. As long as the group needed to outrun them, it wasn't possible, considering that the vile creatures were coming at them from all directions! Soon, they were surrounded, once again. However, a screech caused them the Goblins to back away from the group. Saeril was making the sound from the top of her lungs, which caused them to back away a bit further. Shouting Black Speech, the winged she-elf's eyes became luminous in anger and ill-intent. Eventually, every single one of them backed away completely, for it was their fear of the winged creature who once-served their master.