Just as they had predicted, the afternoon greeted the company with a downpour. A deluge, as Dori called it. Unfortunately, Gandalf could do nothing to stop such a storm. The wizard had to simply explain that the rain must keep falling. Until Bilbo had to ask if there were any other wizards in Middle-Earth. "There are five of us", he began to explain. "The most powerful is Saruman...the White; I am the second. Then, there are the two Blue Wizards. Quite frankly, I've forgotten their names; and the fifth is Radagast the Brown", he finished. "In his own way, he's a very great Wizard, who watches over Greenwood..."

Saeril's Elven ears, once again, did not fail her, as she seemed to have accidentally eavesdropped on the conversation coming from the front of the group. [i]Greenwood; such a beautiful place[/i], she thought back to the memories of being in that peaceful forest, so full of life and creatures, big and small. 

The next night, as the dwarves set up camp, Saeril volunteered to help Kili and Fili watch the ponies in the woods. Even though she heard Gandalf say that the spot they were currently on was dangerous, she figured that if they stayed any longer, there will indeed be some unexpected danger. Honestly, she wasn't too sure about their current position, and the spot that they put the ponies looked rather too easy for something to just up and take. Saeril stroked a few of them, unraveled her hair from her horned headdress, and let her wings be shaken dry from the earlier rain. She did hear some key words come from her Dwarven companions, but again she could not express those troubled looks in front of them. Or they could get suspicious. 

"Do us a favor, and take these to the lads", Bofur instructed to Bilbo, as he passed him three bowls of stew.