Even though Legolas' voice was a mere whisper. Yavanna heard him whisper her name. Almost as in relief. It caused her heart to flutter inside of her chest. As he approached her. Yavanna's arms instantly wrapped around him, in a very warm loving hug. Closing her eyes, as he held her close. "You're back." she whispered softly. Almost like she was trying to reassure herself; that he really was here. That she wasn't just dreaming. But also glad that he had kept his promise. Yavanna squeezed him gently, her face burried in his shoulder. As she soaked up his presence, almost breathing in his scent. It was clear, how much she had missed him. Even if she didn't say it out loud in so many words. The way she held onto him, was a sign enough.

Being in his arms, made her feel safe. Feeling him brush her away from her face; Yavanna's cheeks turned pink from a gentle blush. Giving a glow to her already creamy complexion. Her heart was beating fast, inside of her chest. She could only hope, it wasn't too noticeable for his elven ears...as to how flustered he could make her.

Tauriel couldn't help but smile. She did notice how Yavanna had changed from that lingering sadness that was about her few moments prior when they met again, to the happiness and that glow that Legolas seemed to help create. It was clear, he had a huge impact on her. If not even bigger than before. As he approached her, Tauriel hugged him. "It's good to see you again." she said as she smiled up at him. Relieved to see her closest friend/her brother.

Having to hold her again in his arms, reminded Legolas of the first up-close encounter during the Battle of the Five Armies. When he looked inside her eyes, and saw the light within them, when he felt her touch for the first time, up to the point where he had to depart. To this day, a part of him regretted all those times where he treated her poorly back in Mirkwood, shortly after meeting her for the first time. However, after she saved his life, he saw something unique within her and, to this day, felt the necessary means to protect her, after it reawakened a strange feeling he had never felt for such a long time.

The Elven Prince was honestly surprised to his closest friend/sister to be on the grounds of Rivendell. He remembered about her banishment from the Woodland Realm, but out of all places, he manages to find her at the last homely house near the sea. He thought about this the whole time he had been embracing her, but brushed away such thoughts, after having to realize that she was here, in his brotherly-like arms. "You have no idea how much I've missed your company. Both of you", he said, having to smile to himself, feeling relieved that they were both alive, and in the same place together. After a few moments, Legolas released Tauriel from their embrace.

Pleasant and warm memories filled Yavanna's mind after that warm embrace that they shared. It was during the Battle of the Five Armies, that he seemed to be warming up to her a little bit more. Having saved her life on a few occasions and sharing protective/warm embraces with each other. It brought those memories rushing back to her. And made her wish she could feel his arms around her in a protective manner; when they were apart. So Yavanna was more than relieved and happy to see him here in Rivendell. Wondering if her father summoned him on purpose, because of their connection or if it was just a mere coincidence.

"I missed your company too." Yavanna replied softly, with a gentle warm smile. The feeling was mutual. "I hope, the Dunedain had been good to you?" Yavanna didn't know much about the Rangers; she just hoped that they treated the Prince in a just, respectful and kind manner, when he set out to find their group. Looking hopeful, that nothing troubling had happened during his time with them.

Tauriel was glad, that they had seen each other again. As she hugged him; soaking up the brother-sister moment. She smiled, as they pulled back from their embrace. "I missed you too." she gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze. "How have you been?" Tauriel asked.

Legolas looked at both faces of the two she-elves that he had treasured so dearly. His best friend/sister, and a girl, who just might have awakened a feeling he had never felt in such a long time. He didn’t know what to call it, but it was there. Through such memories, he only thought of the pleasant times that he had spent time in her presence, until he had come to terms that she was special. Not only because of her being a princess, and one of the most important people on Middle-Earth, but really due to the fact that the two were more alike than he initially thought, with tragic pasts, involving their much-valued Elven mothers.

Hearing the concern in Yavanna’s voice, the blonde made a small smile, one that showed an amount of reassurance. “I’ll admit, the race of Man are quite strange. They looked at me; some with contempt, caution. But one was kind”, he implied about Aragorn, the only Ranger who called him “friend”, and develop a mutual relationship as such. “Other than that, I’ve been well”, he once again reassured.

Listening to Legolas tell them, about how the man kind viewed him. Yavanna knew how much the mortal kind could look at the elves. Maybe they were jealous, or some just merely cautious of another race; if they didn't know much about it. Yavanna couldn't help but look relieved; knowing that he had been alright. As his words and the way he smiled, reassured her nothing had happened to him. "I am glad, you found one new friend amongst them." Yavanna told him with a soft smile. "Not all mortals, are as strange as some." Her hand reached out, taking his hand into hers to give it a soft squeeze. "As surprised, as I am to see you in my home grounds...I am glad you're here." Yavanna didn't quiet expect to see Legolas here in Rivendell. But such was fate. They met, where they were supposed to meet.

Tauriel listened silently. Just nodding her head, as he reassured them that everything was fine.

Legolas continued looking at them, before looking at Yavanna, just as the princess showed gratitude and relief that nothing had come to harm him. If they were to switch places, he would have done the same thing: Make sure that she was unharmed and unbothered. He can't blame her for worrying, especially since he promised to show himself before her, once more. He nodded at her comment, before feeling her soft grip upon his hand. In response, the Elf-Prince brought it up, and laid his firm yet soft lips upon the top of her fair-skinned palm. In all honesty, he missed the gentle contact she gave him, while they were in Gundabad and Ravenhill. "I'm just as glad to see you, Yavanna. I see you figured out my message", the blonde commented with a smile. The last words he spoke to her was a message; a cryptic one that he managed to pass on that would allow her to know where they may potentially meet again. Turns out he was right, after all.

Legolas towered the girl by a few inches, as he looked down to see her beautiful green eyes. "Shall we enter your grand home?", he asked.

As Legolas brought her hand up. Yavanna felt her heart flutter inside of her chest; as she felt his soft lips upon her palm. His gentle affections always made her blush. Her thumb gently, brushed across the edge of his cheek. With her hand so close to his face. Yavanna smiled softly at his words. "I was just thinking, it was also luck." Yavanna said honestly. The circumstances with Saeril had brought them to her home; which allowed for her and Legolas to meet at this place and time. "But, I did hope I would see you here. Father didn't mention inviting you to Rivendell...I am not sure, if it slipped his mind or he just wanted to surprise me, by letting me find out for myself."

Yavanna gazed up into his bright blue eyes; despite how icy blue they were. They were still the most beautiful and enticing blue eyes she had ever seen. "Yes, I suppose we should go. I am sure, Father is waiting for us, and the rest of our guests."

Seeing the moment between Legolas and Yavanna, Tauriel smiled to herself. It was warming to see that Legolas potentially found his future happiness, with the young Princess Yavanna. The Princess was one of the most generous, kindest souls she had ever met. They indeed were a good match. "I think, your father mentioned there was to be a meeting. I am sure,he would like you to attend." Tauriel told Yavanna. Perhaps remembering, that Lord Elrond didn't fill his daughter in on that note.

Legolas looked back at the girl, and smiled fondly towards her. She was quite the marvel for one's gaze to look upon; truly a wonder to behold. Her hand gently brushed the side of his face, once again, and the memory of them back on Ravenhill, came rushing back, at full-force. Perhaps his father was right on saying that the princess was to be valued. The only instinct that he felt, was to put his hand on top of the one that was on his face, having to lean closer into the touch, having to inhaling her scent, and imprint it into his mind. He wanted to remember it; remember her, and know what she would and could do in a situation.

For that, by closing his eyes, the Elf Prince committed her soft and creamy skin into memory. It took him only a second to embrace her attempts to return the affection, but as soon as she spoke, he opened his blue eyes once again, keeping his hand upon her own, gently gripping it. "Milady?", he respectfully said, having to smile softly, and gesturing her to lead the way.

Yavanna smiled warmly at Legolas. Her emerald eyes held a warm, affectionate sparkle towards the handsome young elven Prince. His slight hesitation was noticeable. Maybe he wasn't used to returning affections much. That much Yavanna knew; especially from the first time she had touched him in Gundabad. Her actions seemed to have startled him almost. As Legolas leaned into her palm. Yavanna's thumb still lightly caressed his cheek.

As he opened his eyes again. Yavanna smiled at him warmly. Wondering what the meeting was about; as she hadn't had the chance to catch up with her father about council matters. "My Prince." she said softly. Lowering her hand from his cheek softly. Yavanna's hand remained in his grip. Not wanting to let go. She began to lead the way inside of the Palace. Tauriel whom just smiled to herself, followed behind. Letting Legolas and Yavanna...Hand in hand. Lead the way inside of the Castle Walls.

Kili whom was ready for the meeting. Was waiting for Saeril. There had been so many arrivals. More Elves he didn't recongize. A man named Boromir, whom looked a bit uptight and stubborn. And Gimli...A fellow Dwarf. Not surprised, that he was the son of Gloin. When Kili saw Yavanna walk in with Legolas and Tauriel. Kili looked pleasantly surprised but smiled waving towards them eagerly.

Legolas continued to smile at the princess, just as she started to lead them into the palace, and towards an outside-place where the meeting would be taking place. The Elf Prince was pleasant enough to allow the girl to sit next to him, but due to the different seating arrangements, she was obligated to sit next to her father. He nodded towards Kili, who was sitting with the Dwarves, although a few of the other Elves looked at the young Durin, either out of transparent disgust, or contempt. The feud between the two races seemed to continue to reign, despite the temporary alliance during the Battle of the Five Armies.

The nerves continued to overthrow Saeril, but she was going upon her oath, and tell them the circumstances of the hidden evil that was brewing. It was unlike her to be fearful, but this moment was truly scaring her; the moment to possibly lose them. However, a part of her said to stay devoted to her duties, and to them, as a result. These thoughts continued to shower over her during her walk towards the place where everybody would be. Her brown wings were out, as well as her brown, medium-length hair having to be let down, she changed out of her combat attire, and into something more comfortable:



Having to enter the space, she kept her eyes to herself, having to walk to the empty space near Gandalf, and another, who seemed to be a Hobbit...

Yavanna smiled warmly at Legolas; as she led him and Tauriel to where the meeting was taking place. Having to sit next to her father. Yavanna looked at Legolas apologetically; that she couldn't sit next to him. In her place, Tauriel was the one that sat besides Legolas...whilst Yavanna was in her 'spot' as the daughter of Lord Elrond and Princess of Rivendell. Sitting by her father, as one should he have his kin present.

Tauriel gave Kili a soft smile and a nod. But took note of how some of the elves still looked at the young Dwarf. It seemed, like they weren't easily letting go of their grudge from the past. Not even what happened a few weeks earlier with the Battle of Five Armies. That alliance seemed to be cut short, or not remembered as much as Tauriel would have hoped.

Lord Elrond stood up once Saeril was present. "Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle Earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate, this one doom." Lord Elrond looked at the young Hobbit, giving him a gentle nod. "Frodo, bring forth the ring."

Boromir watched as the young Hobbit walked towards the stone circle. Placing the one ring upon the stone very very carefully. "So...it's true." he said, as he placed his hand over his mouth. Staring at the ring.

Seeing the young Hobbit place the ring on the table. Yavanna gave Frodo a gentle smile. He sure was brave young Hobbit. Much like his uncle Bilbo. But seeing the One ring, in everyone's presence made her swallow. She glanced over at Boromir, whom kept eyeing the ring; like he wanted to snatch it. Both Kili and Tauriel bit their lower lip, in concern seeing the ring on the table. They were almost in disbelief, that it was in their presence. Boromir continued to talk. "I saw the Eastern sky grow dark. In the West a pale light lingered A voice was crying, your doom is near at hand. Isildur's bane is found." Boromir was muttering a little to himself, more than anyone else as he walked towards the ring. Tempted to take it into his hand. As his hand reached for the ring.

Yavanna and Lord Elrond both yelled out. "Boromir!" Yavanna's eyes were wide,with worry. Lord Elrond looked angry. "SIT DOWN!" Lord Elrond ordered Boromir. Boromir looked towards the two elves; both of whom were standing up; before retreating to his seat. But Boromir kept his eyes on Yavanna.

"There are matters to be discussed!" Lord Elrond reminded Boromir.

Saeril listened as Lord Elrond began to speak, trying to keep herself composed, while having to take occasional glances at the girl who sat right beside him. This was her only chance, to open the curtain and reveal what her true colors were. Taking a silent breath, she watched as the Hobbit, who sat next to her, known as "Frodo", place the ring; the One Ring, upon the stone, so it would be on display for all to see. As much as she tried to not look into it, the whispers coming from it, didn't make her situation any better. It actually made her start to shudder, just lightly, make her eyes start to slightly twitch, as well as make her breathing a bit difficult.

It was only when the Lord decided to call one of the individuals of Man out that snapped her out of her trance. She made a gasp of relief, to which didn't go unnoticed by Gandalf. Just as she was trying to gain her composure, Saeril took notice of the human called "Boromir" stare upon Yavanna. It made her narrow her eyes at the action, as if she was trying to decipher what he was thinking, but by her own power, she could sense some contempt within his mind.

Yavanna had watched Boromir carefully; he seemed rather arrogant and full of himself. His gaze seemed to return back towards the ring on the stone circle. "The ring, is all together evil." Yavanna addressed Boromir, seeing how he kept eyeing it. She glanced over towards Tauriel and Legolas with worry in her eyes.

Hearing Yavanna, Boromir shook his head. "It is a gift." Clearly he didn't seem to take anyone's warnings to heart. Standing up again, he soon walked around the circle, as he spoke to the entire group. "A gift to the Foes of Mordor. Why not use this ring?" He asked. "Long has my Father, the Stewart of Gondor kept the forces of Mordor at bey. By the blood of our people are your lands kept safe. Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy, let us use it against him!"

Aragorn sighed along with Yavanna. "You cannot Weild it. None of us can! The Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other Master!" Aragorn pointed out, trying to reason with him.

Yavanna couldn't help but wonder if Boromir had a death wish. "You cannot do that. You'd put the entire Kingdom of Gondor in immediate danger, not to mention the rest of us. Once Gondor falls, the rest of Middle-Earth will quickly follow. Spare, our world such fate...and spare your father such evil corruption!"

Boromir rose an eyebrow at the young Princess. For someone so young; she was more wiser than he expected. But his ego was getting the better of him. "What would a child and a Ranger, know of this matter?" Boromir scoffed. Yavanna slightly twitched, as he refereed to her as a child. Yavanna wasn't one to get annoyed or angry easily; but Boromirs words were insulting.

"Do you even have any idea, whom she is?" Tauriel asked Boromir with a raised eyebrow. "It wouldn't do you good, insulting her." she cautioned.

Boromir rolled his eyes; of course the elves coming to defend each other. "A little elfling Princess...what is that to me?" He asked with a shrug.

Gandalf looked at Boromir; shaking his head at the comments passed about both Yavanna and Aragorn. Whom were one of the most Important people in this council right now. "If you do not believe us; there is one person here who knows more about Sauron and the nature of the Ring. For she had suffered the evil and corruption of the ring, having been in Sauron's service." The room was filled with gasps, at the shocking news and Both Kili and Yavanna looked bit confused. But as Gandalf faced Saeril. Yavanna's eyes just widened. Saeril worked for the enemy? She turned paler from the shocking news.

"You brought a traitor in our Midst?!" Someone from the Dwarves had yelled.

Kili looked at Gandalf and then Saeril. "No...Delva wouldn't do such a thing. You must be mistaken. Delva wouldn't pledge herself to evil. Delva tell him...tell them...it's lies." Clearly Kili seemed in denial, not knowing how wrong he was. But seeing Gandalf and Lord Elrond's apologetic expressions. He knew, that they were being serious about Saeril..

Lord Elrond sighed; looking at Kili and his daughter. "I am sorry, but it is true. Saeril had done a lot of things; in her time of alliance with such evil." Referring to even her crimes of killing Kili's Grand-father, and setting Azog and Bolg on his Kin. But he wasn't sure how to break it. Especially to his daughter; whom above anyone hated lies. Not wanting to lie to his most precious daughter; he just couldn't find the words.

"What crimes, did you commit?" Yavanna asked Saeril. Trying to keep her voice collected, but it was shaking; with disbelief, sadness and fear. Yavanna's eyes slowly turning silver. As her facial expression was harder to read; it being a mix of emotions. Including anger and hurt.

Saeril watched and listened to the exchange between the princess, the Ranger, and Boromir argue on the fate of the world, while she was, mentally, trying to figure out how to word her case to the council. The last thing she needed, was to create a panic. The insults that Boromir gave towards young Yavanna were enough to get under the elder’s skin, but she knew she couldn’t jump into the fray as of now. As protective as she was over the younger she-elf, the girl didn’t necessarily need protecting all the time.

“I suggest, master Boromir, you pick your words carefully in her presence”, was all she could say to him, merely to at least give him a warning. Not only was Saeril bothered by such a scene, but Legolas was, as well. He didn’t much of an apparent reaction, but he certainly twitched, and eyed Boromir from where he sat. Such a man was meant to be looked after...

However, by the time the Grey Wizard pointed the winged she-elf out, the reactions were what she had expected yet silently feared. She didn’t face Kili when she heard his mantra of denial, but by the time he pleaded with her, all Saeril did was give a sad sigh, and a face, full of shame. “It’s the truth”, she softly, and sadly, responded to her godson. “I’m sorry”. No matter how many times she wanted to say the same thing, Saeril couldn’t use it as an excuse. The curtain was open; there was no turning back.

Hearing the slight crack within Yavanna’s voice, the elder glanced at her to see the recently-turned grey within her eyes. She didn’t know what that meant, but Saeril knew that she had to be honest with her. The question repeated itself within her mind, and she was trying to find the right words. “Everything that I did, wasn’t of my doing. It was the work of Maleficent, my other-half. The Battle of Moria, the death of Thror and Thrain; the extinction of Durin’s Folk. All of it wasn’t of my doing; I’m not a murderer. I was kidnapped, tortured; guided into a conceived-darkness that led me into striking fear and chaos”, the sadness was evident, and she couldn’t look at Yavanna nor Kili while doing so. She was much too ashamed.

Boromir noticed Legolas' twitch and the way he watched him. The mortal rose an eyebrow at him; wondering why the elf was staring at him in such a way.

There was hurt and anger in Kili's eyes; as Saeril admitted to such crimes. "How could you?!" he gasped out in disbelief. It seemed like his Godmother. His 'Delva' wasn't the same person he thought she was. As she admitted to the Battle of Moria and the deaths of Thorin's father and Grand-Father; the extinction of his kin. The young Durin was shaking slightly. "You....you wanted my family dead?!" he yelled at Saeril. The Anger had boiled too much. "You are a murderer, if you killed Thorin's father...my Grand-father! Azog and Bolg, killed my brother...my uncle because of you!" Coming to terms, that Fili and Thorin's deaths were at her hands too...because of her 'alter-ego.' It was too much.

The tears and betrayal in Yavanna's eyes pooled up heavily. The silver in her eyes grew stronger; from the anger and amount of betrayal she felt in that moment. Yavanna felt her heart clench, knowing Saeril was partially responsible in the extinction of the Durin Line. Only Kili and Dis were left. "I trusted you! Kili and Dis Trusted you! They're practically family....Fili and Thorin trusted you, and they're gone!" Yavanna choked out, almost shaking from the cloud of emotions she was feeling. "You lied to me! You knew how I HATE being lied to, being manipulated with lies and deceit; like my brothers have done to me! Yet, you had the nerves to lie to my face, all this time!" Yavanna choked out. She felt betrayed and hurt. "You had more than enough time, to tell me the truth yourself, but you chose not...now I have to find out like this! I don't have room for more liars in my life!" Yavanna's voice shook with betrayal and anger. "I thought you were a friend..." Yavanna trailed off. Unable to look at Saeril anymore...she turned away from the winged she-elf's sight.

Tauriel looked shocked and slightly horrified at the truth about Saeril. But more concerned about Kili and Yavanna's reactions. Knowing how close they had been too Saeril. She glanced towards Legolas, wondering how he was taking the news, due to his protective nature to Yavanna.

"Did you send Azog and Bolg after Yavanna too?" Kili asked angrily. "I am sure, you would have gotten more than a few bonus points with Sauron, if they brought him her head on a pike!" It was something Yavanna meant to ask herself, but was too hurt and angry to say outloud.

Saeril didn’t look at them, having to hear the sounds of hurt and distraught in their voices. This was it. The reactions that she feared, and yet, they were to be expected. The elder didn’t speak any more words, since they were right. She was a coward, a manipulator; a murderer. A cold-blooded murderer; a monster; the she-devil. These were the words she was now labeled as. Ever since the loss of her own purity, she had never become a good figure. She loved them both beyond measure, but they were now speaking of her in such harsh words, she didn’t know what to do. Saeril was now losing them...

“No!”, she shouted back, a tear beginning to fall down her face. She shook her head, shaking her head. “Clearly, you know nothing of what the Dark Lord is capable of! This evil entity, is full of malevolence and cruelty, and he can pass it on to others. He will do anything to make sure his goals are met. Corrupting me was one of them! I was a victim, and I am one, still!”, the rage and distraught was evident in her voice. It was against her own nature to shout back at the young dwarf and princess, but she was speaking truth: She was a victim.

Kili’s words hit closer to home than expected. “I’ve never knew such an individual would exist!”, she countered to him. “As far as I can remember, I held no ill-will, nor have any intentions. Only Azog found her as a rarity; she unintentionally got into the middle of the bounty. It made her a target too”, she explained, still having a few tears fall from her eyes, and not have to look at neither Elf nor Dwarf. “I adored that bright, young girl who made everyone smile, as well as give light through reason”.

Legolas listened to the argument between the three people who treasured one another. It was as if they were breaking apart, and falling. It was crumbling away. He didn’t know what was true and what was not; all that mattered was that Yavanna was hurt and confused. He couldn’t get up from his seat to comfort, as much as he had wanted to.

As Saeril yelled back at them. Kili's jaw clenched in anger. "Do not blame it all on everything else! It's you who done all of this! It's you, who slain Thrain and Thror, whom got my kin...my family killed! There's no one else to blame, but yourself! Don't use him as an excuse!" Kili snapped! "And if you dare, lay a finger on Yavanna...or dare to come even near a inch close to her, with ill intention! You'll see a side of me, you'll wish you never ever saw!" Kili warned Saeril. His voice full of anger. Feeling the need to protect Yavanna now the ugly truth was out. A part of him felt the need to protect Yavanna from Saeril; he was angry. Yet also confused, and hurt. Was Saeril really a victim? Kili did not know. He felt, like it was just easy for her to blame everything else around her.

Hearing her words, about not knowing Yavanna existed. He just shook his head. "And we're supposed to believe that? You're older than both of us put together!" Not believing, she didn't know Yavanna existed. If she was so Important. She would have known already.

The tears pooled in Yavanna's eyes heavily, as Saeril mentioned adoring her. Making her also flinch. Not knowing if she could even believe her anymore. Standing up from her seat, she had her back turned to everyone, as she stood in the corner somewhere. "Don't! Just don't....say anymore!" she yelled out, back at Saeril. No words of kindness would make from Saeril would make her feel better. Not even knowing if it was the truth or not.

Elrond sighed at the scene before him; knowing it would have come to this. Kili and Yavanna were rightfully angry with Saeril for what had been going on. "There is only one way, we can put an end to this evil. The ring must be destroyed." Deciding it was better, the council move on with matters at hand, that still needed to be said.

"Then, what is everyone waiting for?" Gimli asked, as he stood up with his axe. Walking over towards the circle. He swung his axe down hard...hitting the ring. The axe broke on impact. Throwing Gimli to the ground. But the ring remained unharmed. The ring seemed angered, as more whispers were uttered from the ring. Making Frodo flinch, at it all. Even the vibrations of Gimli's swing, almost knocked Yavanna off of her feet, as she was sensitive to vibrations.

Lord Elrond looked at Gimli. "The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin, by any craft that we here possess.The Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade." He looked at everyone before him in the circle. "It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came. One of you must do this."

Boromir shook his head. "One does, not simply just walk into Mordor. It's Black Gates are guarded by more than just Orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep And the Great Eye is ever-watchful. It is a barren wasteland riddled with fire and ash and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with 10,000 men could you do this. It's Folly."

With Kili and Yavanna's last word, Saeril knew that she had to comply. This was not the time to try and convince them otherwise, even after they just found out about her darkest secret. As much as she wanted to continue, she had to respect their wishes, as bound as she was to her duty. She knew, for a fact, that they did not understand the full capabilities of Sauron; of he had done to her. As if in response to her own sadness, the elder's wings sank, to the point where it touched the ground. She was slightly trembling after having this quarrel, having to look at the ground, as it pained her too much to say anything back to them. For that, the winged she-elf stayed silent.

Gandalf looked over towards her, and noticed her skin becoming more paler than usual. She was full of guilt, once more. He didn't say anything, but if only they could reverse what effect Sauron had upon her. It was only until Gimli tried to destroy the ring, that the she-elf had responded with a flinch, from her own thoughts: She gasped, as soon as the weapon hit the powerful object, and held onto the arms of her chair quickly. The angry whispers flew in the air, and resonated from the ring in Black Speech. She felt the need to repeat it, all of a sudden, but tried to refrain. She was that bound to the Dark Lord himself.

"The Lord's right", Legolas spoke up, seemingly ignoring Boromir's words, glancing around the council. "The Ring must be destroyed!"

Lord Elrond saw the way Saeril reacted to the way to the ring. It seemed like her connection with the one 'Dark' Lord was much deeper, than one would have thought.

"And I suppose you're the one to do it?!" Gimli snapped at Legolas. "I should die, before I see the ring in the hands of an Elf! Never trust an elf."

Gimli's words towards Legolas made Tauriel frown. Yavanna blinked back her tears, turning to face Gimli. "He's one of the most trustworthy, bravest people I have met." Despite her likeness for Dwaves. She would defend Legolas, or any friend of hers...should someone else insult them in such ways.

Boromir stood up. "And if we fail? Then What?" He asked looking between Gimli and Legolas. "What happens when Sauron takes back what is his ?" Those words, seemed to cause an argument between the three races; Man, Elf and Dwarf. Only Yavanna, Kili and Aragorn were few of the one's that didn't join in such arguments.

As the argument continued. Frodo suddenly had the courage to speak up. "I will take it!" No one seemed to notice him "I will take it to Mordor!" he said a little louder, which caused everyone to look at him. "Although...I do not know the way."

Saeril didn't speak, even as she heard the rest of the council begin to argue back and forth on what to do. All she did, was stare at the ring, having to see the fire within the object. The fear that brewed within her eyes, told her that everyone was going to be in great danger once the Dark Lord gains his full power...if they didn't act. However, by the time, she was about to say something, but then the young Hobbit who sat next to her, make his declaration. It made Saeril look up in surprise, although it faded as soon as this action reminded her of Bilbo Baggins. This was his nephew Frodo Baggins; their bravery didn't go unnoticed. It actually gave her a feeling to gather her bearings. Maybe this would become another honorable deed that she might be able to achieve to correct herself.

"I will help bear this burden, Master Baggins. As long as it is yours to bear", Gandalf said to him, having to stand by his side, as a good friend should. The wizard turned his gaze to Saeril, who saw him give her an encouraging nod, making her sigh, wipe the tears from her face, and stand. "You have my wings", she said to Frodo, with a small smile, although it was sad, just slightly.