Saeril frowned at Gimli's exclamation over her suggestion of relocating, as well as towards the exchange he had with the pure she-elf, before responding with a sigh. "Master Dwarf, never bring doubt upon us Elves. More particularly, towards [i]her[/i]", she gestured towards Yavanna, who was still in Legolas' arms. "I can only tell you, Son of Gloin, that the Lady of the Light speaks with wise words, and not cursed ones", she added, assuring the dwarf, before having to find Frodo wandering away from the group. "Master Baggins!", she called out to him. If her eyes were sharp enough, she would see the tears of grief falling from his eyes; a look of numb shock on his
devastated face. The poor Hobbit was mourning, as it was a painful reminder for Saeril to remember what happened back on Ravenhill, which made the elder she-elf quietly sigh in sadness. 

It took them a couple of hours to reach the thick-wooded entrance of Lothlorien, and the second they entered the forest, it felt as if the air was...overwhelming: Mysterious yet whispering voices and soft hymns. At the same time, Saeril felt herself being more at ease than she had ever previously felt. However, her guard remained ever so present. "Well, here's one dwarf she won't be ensnaring so easily", she heard seem to mumble to himself. "I have the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a fox!"

As if on cure, they were surrounded by arrows in their faces. Their assailants didn't know who exactly these visitors were; all they knew was that they were trespassers upon their land. Out of reflex, Legolas drew out his bow and arrow, while Saeril only calmly lifted her hands to show peace. "The dwarf breathes so loud, we could have shot him in the dark", a male yet familiar voice sounded, as a blonde Silvan elf stepped forward. "I told you that these woods were perilous", the dwarf hissed back to the rest of the Fellowship, holding his breath, as he looked at the arrow aimed dangerously in his face.