Yavanna almost struggled to breathe, until she felt Legolas' arms wrap around her. Hugging him tightly, Yavanna burried her face in his chest. Leaning against him, clearly shaken up by what had happened not so long ago. Silent tears sliding down her cheeks. Gandalf didn't deserve such fate. He had always been so kind to everyone, no matter their race, past or age. It saddened her to think, that Middle-Earth lost one of the finer and kindest of the Wizards.

"Not that God-forsaken place!" Gimili huffed, as he heard Saeril's suggestion of Lothlorien. "You'll be bringing us into the grips of en evil elf-witch that roams those grounds." It seemed like Gimli believed, the rumors about Lady Galadriel. How she cursed people with her beauty.

At the mention of Lorien. The place that Yavanna had always treasured close to her heart. It had been like her second home, for she had lived there for at least 25 years at one point. If not even longer, aswell as counting every Summer of her Childhood that she spent there. It was one of the safer places to go. "Gimli...mind your tongue. She's not evil." Yavanna spoke to the Dwarf, trying to keep her voice from shaking, but it was still coming out uneven.

Kili had to lean over to try and regain his breath. Tauriel closed her eyes, to suppress her own sadness. Trying to keep strong for the rest of the group, especially the mourning Hobbits and Yavanna whom seemed to be taking it the worst of them all.

"My dear, you are too young to know of whom I speak." Gimli said shaking his head at Yavanna. "The poor child, doesn't even know who she is defending." Or so he believed, he was in the right.

"Gimli, son of Gloin!" Yavanna raised her voice in slight annoyance. "Do not dare think me too young! If anyone knows the most about Lothlorien and about Lady Galadriel, among us. It's me! She is my grand-mother! I've known her all my life, I've lived with her for over 25 years...I know her better than anyone." Yavanna had told Gimli off, not in a harsh manner. But to let him know that she wouldn't put up with insults that were based around her family. She knew more about her grand-mother than most. Especially more, than anyone else among the company.

Gimli turned a little pale in shock. "G...Grand...mother?" he looked stunned. She was related to the eldest and most powerful She-elf/witch in Middle Earth?