Saeril ran out of the cavern with a protesting Frodo in her arms. It pained her just as much to hear the young Hobbit's pain of losing one of the those he obviously held most dear. But all of them didn't have a choice but to turn around, and run through the exit of the mines. By the time they managed to get outside and regroup with everybody else, the young Baggins tore himself from her arms, and the elder watched him wander a good few feet away in mourning. Looking back to see everybody else torn down by what they had just witnessed, even she herself felt a bunch of bricks hit her shoulders. 

Gandalf was the one who managed to shroud her away from the darkness for the longest of times, and to see him be taken away by that same darkness, was a harsh reminder for her to relive that memory. By what she remembered, the Dark Lord was willing to eliminate obstacles and decrease their world's numbers, in order to make their chance of destroying him impossible. First, the Durin family, who've managed to surprise him with their innate strength, Balin, who've discovered the source of Moria's downfall, and now, Gandalf, a powerful wizard who knew pretty much knew Sauron's weaknesses. 

Having to hear the distraught within his beloved's voice, Legolas didn't hesitate to envelope her in his arms, having to hold her close to his chest, as well as let her lean against him. He internally prayed to the air that Gandalf's death was not in vain. At the same time, Saeril came to realize that they'll soon be hunted down personally, even by the Dark Lord's most-trusted spies and servants. "We have to find cover, and quickly!", she said, though she almost regretted it, since everybody was still mourning. She didn't want to interrupt them, but they had to keep moving. "By nightfall, these lands will be swarming with spies and other foul creatures", the elder stopped for a moment, before turning and using her sharp eyes to find a place where they just might take refuge. "We make for the forest of Lothlórien".