As the group had managed to defend themselves, from the attack. Tauriel made her way across the dead bodies of orcs and goblins; making sure none of them were still alive. To check on Boromir, whom was waking up from getting knocked out by the troll. With a groan, he was standing up just when the troll fell to the ground dead. He rose an eyebrow at Yavanna. "You're an unusual Princess...fighting orcs, goblins, trolls. Not exactly very royal, activity now is it?" he asked her, his eyes scanning her attire. Not thinking it was fitting for a Princess, whom looked so young and elegant.

Kili blinked in disbelief."You....you killed a troll?" not that he meant to underestimate Yavanna. But he didn't think she was capable of something of such magnitude; given the injuries she had came back with after the fall.

As Legolas, stood by her side-clearly in shock. The princess looked at her Prince with a soft smile. "You worry too much, my love." she reassured him everything was fine. But Boromir of course had to make some remarks. Yavanna rose a sharp eyebrow hearing Boromir's words. "Meaning?!" she tilted her head at the Steward Prince of Gondor. "Do I look, like the type of girl who spends hours fussing over which dress she should wear to a ball?" Hearing Kili, she looked down at the dwarf, with slight amusement. "Kili, as much as I love and adore you as a big brother, if you keep underestimating me...I might have to slap some sense into you." she told him playfully. But Yavanna did hate to be underestimated by the men of the group. She might have been young, and a Princess. But that didn't make her any less capable of a fighter, than the men of the group.

Aragorn tried not to chuckle, at Yavanna's comment towards Kili. But if Boromir kept making such remarks..it wouldn't surprise him, if the Princess would slap him once or twice around the face. As he was asking for it.

Hearing her question, Boromir pursed his lips. Looking over at her innocent face, so young. "Well...yes. I mean..you know...shouldn't you be off dancing at balls? Chasing after the man of your dreams or something? Or whatever it is you elfling Princess's do?" Only to cause Yavanna's eyes to narrow at him, in pure annoyance. "I mean, you're young..such beauty..shouldn't be...alone. You'll make a fitting Queen for Gondor." It seemed, he didn't get a hint about her and Legolas' affections towards each other. Striding over to him in her annoyance. Yavanna slapped Boromir hard across the face. Leaving him surprised, stunned at the slap. As he rubbed his face. "Wh...what was that for?"

"One, that was for underestimating my abilities, as a woman warrior..." Yavanna said, and slapped him again "And two, for thinking you could get away with making passes at me and insulting me!" Kili watched shocked as Yavanna slapped Boromir, but snickered to himself. His little 'sister' was showing Boromir it wasn't okay to treat her like she was innocent, not capable of such things. Aragorn saw the look on Boromir's face. "Don't look at me, you had that coming." Aragorn told him.

Boromir rubbed his very sore jaw. It didn't look like it, but Yavanna's slaps were rather strong. "I think she broke my jaw..." he mumbled. It hurt quiet a bit, from the two slaps.

Yavanna couldn't help but roll her eyes slightly at Boromir's whining. "I didn't break anything...yet." Putting the emphasising on the word yet. If Boromir kept pushing, antagonising her, insulting her, pissing her off-she'd do worse than two painful slaps. Kili couldn't help the look that was on his face-proud of his little sister. Standing up for herself; like a true warrior. Strong, she was. Boromir better not get on the wrong side of her. Or he'd regret it.

The group noticed Frodo on the ground, Yavanna walking over to check on the young Hobbit. "Frodo?" she asked softly.
The young Hobbits looked worried..and suddenly Frodo woke up gasping..rubbing his chest. Gimli watched shocked, that Frodo could have survived that attack...but his mithril shirt came into view.

While she was carefully, and gently, shaking the young Hobbit, trying to get him to respond, Saeril's ears picked upon the conversation that slowly escalated, to the fact that the Steward Prince of Gondor began to clearly insult the young princess. She couldn't believe what she was now currently hearing, and yet, the sighting and sound of a slap filled the room. It was completely silent, by the time the sound came, and it only gave the winged she-elf the time to realize that Yavanna had slapped Boromir in the face, as retaliation for the many insults he just had the courage of saying. Saeril had just come to realize that the Elven girl will not even hesitate to give direct physical contact when angered; she forever kept this within her mind for the future.

"As I have warned you, Master Boromir: Navigate your words carefully in her presence", she said to the mortal from her position, who was jut rubbing his face from Yavanna's latest assault. As long as she had known her, the girl was not entirely gentle, especially when it came to her emotions; she was rather sensitive when it came to her feelings. That she knew quite well. 'Guess when it came to someone's bad side, the elder herself wouldn't be the only one to look out for.

Legolas didn't know that his beloved would be capable of such actions, but he could only feel proud that she would be able to stand up for herself when threatened. For that, he can trust her in such scenarios, although not completely; his protectiveness, and all that. He swore to himself to never be too far away from her, and for that, he didn't want his fear to come true.

Saeril was still kneeling by Frodo's side, and by the time the others joined her, the Hobbit had sat up immediately. Everybody was bewildered by the sight, having mixed feelings. That spear should have easily killed him. How could he still be alive after an attack like that? "I think there's more to this hobbit than meets the eye", Gandalf voiced aloud, before Frodo lifted up his shirt, showing no trace of an injury. "Mithril!", Gimli breathed, astounded. "You are full of surprises, Master Baggins", he smiled, impressed.

Before any positive feelings could be shared, drums sounded once again. "To the bridge of Khazad-dum!", the wizard said, having to eventually lead the group out of the chamber, and back into the halls, where Goblins start scuttling down the Pillars. As long as the group needed to outrun them, it wasn't possible, considering that the vile creatures were coming at them from all directions! Soon, they were surrounded, once again. However, a screech caused them the Goblins to back away from the group. Saeril was making the sound from the top of her lungs, which caused them to back away a bit further. Shouting Black Speech, the winged she-elf's eyes became luminous in anger and ill-intent. Eventually, every single one of them backed away completely, for it was their fear of the winged creature who once-served their master.

Yavanna was sure she surprised quiet a handful of people; including Boromir himself. Whilst she may look gentle, innocent and purely loving. Her emotions were always sensitive-and when she got angered. It was a bad sign. No one wanted to get on the wrong side of Yavanna. Because she would act, defend herself and let her anger be known, as a warning to those whom either insulted her and to everyone else, so they wouldn't dare cross her.

"Maybe you should stay out of it!" Boromir hissed in Saeril's direction. Not believing, this had anything to do with her. It was between him and Yavanna. For he had not been talking to Saeril back then.

"Correction!" Tauriel spoke up, with a slight squint of her eyes towards Boromir. "You hurt Yavanna, you deal with a lot of us! Not just her own temper, cross Yavanna again. You don't want to know what the rest of us might do...if you touch a hair on her head!" The elder female to Tauriel, was also protective over Yavanna. Seeing the girl as a close friend, growing into a sisterly-bond. And she would certainly not let Boromir mess with friends or family for that matter. Tauriel was someone, whom you did not want to antagonise either.

Frodo gave Gimli a soft smile, as he still a bit shakily stood up. With the help of young Yavanna. Trying to catch his breath before the group were on the move again. But it didn't take long before the group were surrounded, by a massive hoard of Goblins.

The moment Saeril let out such unearthly shriek...caused everyone to flinch covering their ears. Trying to cower away from such sounds. Yavanna's reaction probably even more worse-The goodness of her, the purity so sensitive to such evil that Saeril dared utter. She fell to her knees, clutching her head as she let out a scream of agony. It felt like her head was being stabbed by a million knives as the shriek echoed inside of her head. Shaking. 'Saeril Stop! STOP...STOP.' Yavanna yelled inside of her head at the elder, begging her to stop.
The pain causing her powers to spiral out of control, having no control over her actions. Bright lights burst out of her in different directions...burning quiet a huge load of Goblins whom weren't quickest to scatter away from the group. At least, half if not bit more of the Goblin army were dead...burned by the Brightness of the starlight.

Saeril stayed quiet, and exhaled through her nose, when Boromir hissed in her direction. As she had internally mentioned to herself, such an individual from the race of Man, was to be watched, which eventually formed into a list full of reasons as to why. She didn't share what these reasons were, but if anyone in their group held an observational ability, they would be quite apparent. The sound of Tauriel's defense made the elder nod in agreement, shortly before the Elf Prince held the princess close to him, hoping that his presence would be able to calm the girl down. Aside from her more-common protectors, like Kili, Saeril, Legolas, and Tauriel, they were all in this to protect Yavanna, from both friend and foe. No matter who it was.

While she had to defend the group with such a comeback, the elder had managed to pick up on the sound of Yavanna's voice within her mind. By the thought she had just received, Saeril heard the desperation within the young one's voice, until the girl's light began to radiate at such a impossible level, to the point of having to briefly burn the feathers of the elder's wings. As soon as the goblins disappeared, she stopped unleashing her power immediately, before shortly wincing at the burning sensation on her wings. The princess' light of purity had countered against the darkness that seemed to have shrouded Saeril for a long time, like exposing a vampire in the sun for a brief period of time. She really didn't mean to give her companions pain, but she had to keep the lot of the enemy away from them. However, the cost resulted in Yavanna's power to accidentally give her pain, as payment.

Before the winged she-elf could say anything to the younger, a roar filled the quiet halls, as a fiery light appeared in the distant of the chamber, casting eerie shadows upon the pillars. A huge shadow, surrounded by flame, appeared in the distance, before the ground briefly shook beneath their feet.

Saeril's shriek, mixed with Yavanna's scream and blinding lights was enough to make the rest of the group flinch and stare in awe. Kili had no idea what had happened-but it seemed that somehow Yavanna was affected by Saeril's darkness. Just like Saeril was affected by the power of the ring. With Yavanna's light almost out of control, to protect herself and those she loved from the darkness and goblins...it was a relief, her lights didn't hit any of the company..besides Saeril's wings accidentally.

Before Yavanna could take a proper breath, once the light faded and the Goblins were gone. She swallowed hearing the roar in the distance as the ground shook beneath their feet. Everyone seemed to be running for their lives. Man, Dwarf, Hobbit, Elf and Wizard.
The entire group began to run towards the bridge-away from the beast that was in the distance. At a few points, the bridge was broken and Yavanna with Boromir almost toppled over the steep edge.. Aragorn managed to wrap arms around both of their shoulders, pulling their weights back, so they didn't topple from the bridge.

Legolas was quite enough to help Aragorn pull Yavanna and Boromir away from the broken edge of the bridge, although he did keep a good arm around his beloved while pulling her to safety. They were immediately informed that they were being pursued by a Balrog, a demon of the ancient world, whose power was beyond any of them: A massive, forty-foot man-beast, with horns surrounded by flame! By Gandalf's order, Aragorn was forced to lead the group down the stairway, until they managed to get to the bridge which seemed have a gap in the middle of it. The Elf Prince decided to go first, so he could easily catch the others that followed after him; Gandalf went after him.

Right after allowing the princess to follow after him, arrows were whizzing past them from a distance. The Goblins were, once again, trying to advance upon them. It only took a matter of seconds for the blonde elf to retaliate, before Saeril glided across with Kili in her arms.

Feeling Legolas' arms around her aswell. Yavanna closed her eyes slightly...she wasn't planning on another death plunge anytime soon. After Legolas jumped across. Yavanna followed him with ease. Tauriel jumped after them. As arrows whizzed at them. Tauriel fired arrows along with Legolas, killing as many orcs and Goblins as she could. Whilst Yavanna used her telekinetic waves, to deflect the arrows coming at them and sending them flying in the direction they came from.

As Gimli was about to jump. Aragorn suggested he toss him "Nobody tosses a Dwarf!" He said jumping himself..but with his weight, he didn't quiet managed. Yavanna turned around, grabbing his beard, and pulled him up towards the group on the other side, to stop him from falling. "Not the beard! Not the beard!" he protested.

In the meantime. Boromir and Aragorn helped toss over the Hobbits, before Boromir jumped over with Sam under his arm. Aragorn and Frodo were last...but a bit of rock fell behind them...splitting the bridge in half behind them and it began to shake. Yavanna's eyes slightly widened, facing Aragorn and Frodo, she used her powers to slowly tilt the peace of bridge they were on towards them. Aragorn held onto Frodo, as they were shifting their weight so they didn't topple over.

Saeril watched the scene with worry. The unstable rock that the Hobbit and Ranger stood upon, was tilting unevenly, but to see the efforts of Yavanna using her power to aid them, the elder was prepared for the outcome. Thankfully, both Man and Hobbit managed to quickly jump to safety, with Aragorn having to be caught by Legolas, while Saeril has managed to catch Frodo. The fire demon was trying to crash through the walls of the vast chamber, and the only instinct that the group had, was to run away from the beast.

They kept running until they managed to reach another chamber, where they raced across a slender bridge of stone. As soon as everybody reached the other side, the wizard made the decision to stand in place, and come face to face with the giant beast. Saeril watched the scene with shock, as well as worry altogether, shortly before stopping Frodo from running towards the scene; Legolas having to do the same with Yavanna.

"You cannot pass!", the Grey yelled, having to bravely stand his ground, as the winged entity stood up to its full height. "I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder to the flame of Anor. The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udun!", he continued to shout. "Go back to the shadow!", the Balrog then summoned its whip of fire; the weapon creating sparks upon the ground. "You shall not pass!!", the wizard then boomed before thumping his staff into the ground, causing the stone beneath the bridge to break right at the demon's feet.

Having to watch the creature fall to its apparent doom, Gandalf remains trembling on the lip of the broken bridge, before the thongs of the whip lash and curl around Gandalf's knees, dragging him over the brink, until he manages to hold on just by his fingertips. Looking upon the group, he mentally passed his reagrds to them. "Fly, you fools", he said, just before he lets go, allowing himself to fall, following the Balrog into the bottomless abyss.

The scene pained the elder she-elf to her core. Her mentor had just fallen away into the depths of the caves.

The Hobbit's cries had hurt her even more.

Once Yavanna helped get Aragorn and Frodo safely, on their side. It was a relief nothing happened to them both. The piece of bridge falling into the abyss once it no longer had them on it. But the chase carried on. More arrows seemed to be zooming past their heads in the process...luckily all of them seemed to be able to dodge them. With Yavanna occasionally using her powers to deflect them.

Hearing the beast barge in through behind them. Yavanna's first instinct was to run and help Gandalf whom braved the monster alone. But she could feel Legolas' arms restraining her; from running to help the Wizard and protecting her. Her eyes widening in horror as the scene unfolded before the group's eyes. "Gandalf, watch out!" Yavanna yelled out...but it was too late. The beast that was falling into the darkness, hooked onto Gandalf's ankle before she could even finish her sentence.

Frodo's screams and cries for Frodo; caused Yavanna's heart to ache even more. The Kind Elderly Wizard that Yavanna had known her entire life; a dear friend to all was gone. Fighting the tears in her eyes.

As more arrows zoomed past their heads...the group managed to stumble out of the other side of the mines. And into fresh air...where Frodo pushed away from Saeril...walking away from the group in tears...whilst the other hobbits all collapsed in tears on rocks.

"We should go!" Boromir voiced. It wasn't safe to stay near the caves. They needed to get away from there-it was like he was almost alien to what had happened. He telling himself, he had no time to grieve for the dead.

"For God's Sake! Give everyone a moment!" Yavanna snapped at the Prince of Gondor. "We just lost Gandalf, have a little compassion!" Yavanna's voice was shaking; as she herself was close to breaking in tears. Kili and Tauriel were shaken up by the events that had happened aswell; the grief written across their faces too; everyone had been fond of Gandalf.

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".

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?

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 her", 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.

Gimli was both shocked, to hear that Yavanna was related to the 'Lady of the Light.' But then again, somehow it would explain where her power, strenght came from. And somehow it made him a little bit scared. Wondering how Scary Yavanna could get, if she got angry. He didn't want to find out for sure.

As they made their way towards Lothlorien. Yavanna felt like she was coming home. Of all the time she had spent in Middle Earth. Here, had been one of her favourites. It was her second home. Hearing Gimli mumbling to himself, she couldn't help but roll her eyes into the back of head. Shaking her head, clearly he hadn't learnt. And his grumbling had drawn attention. As she heard a familiar voice. Yavanna smiled to herself, seeing a blonde haired Silvan elf step out of the darkness. Squeezing her way over to Gimli "I know he's got a sharp tongue on him sometimes, but doesn't mean you have to poke his eyes out." Her hand reached out, shifting the arrow away from Gimli's face.

"Weapons dad! Mín don't foeg anui harm." (Weapons down! We don't mean any harm). Yavanna's smooth velvet voice commanded. Recongizing the voice of the young Princess...all bows and weapons lowered down at her request, bowing down in the presence of the Princess. "Your majesty." the elves greeted her. Yavanna may have not been their Queen, but they all had tremendous respect for the young Princess.

Kili looked slightly shocked, at how easily they followed Yavanna's instructions. Obeying her, like she was their Queen. The respect they held for her must have been great. "Does she know, all the elves of Middle Earth?" he asked whispering to Legolas.

Seeing one elf, still had his weapon up. Yavanna smiled a little playfully. "That command, goes for you too soldier. Or do you prefer to greet even your old friend and student, in such a way?" Yavanna asked Haldir teasingly. Of all the people here in Lorien. Yavanna was glad to see Haldir. He had been one of her eldest, dearest friends and her mentor. As a young child, she would have always admired him, and watched him train. Their bond and friendship, becoming that like a brother and a sister.

Thankfully, their assailants had pulled their weapons back, and Legolas could finally pull back his bow and arrow, in response. As he heard the brunette dwarf speak to him, the blonde looked around at the surrounding Silvan elves, who were bowing down before his beloved. "I cannot be certain on the term 'all'. While I lived with my father, I've only heard stories, tales, and mentions about a beautiful Half-Elfling, living across the sea in the East", he admits, having to give the Son of Durin his most-honest answer. The princess did mention that she had lived with her grandmother Galadriel, who just happened to be one of the most-powerful of beings, in this very forest for many years, so it would be no wonder that she would be seen as someone very important, considering that she was a descendant of this forest's lord and lady.

Haldir knew that familiar anywhere, as he would never forget his most-treasured pupil, of whom he had treated pretty much like a sister. When she was but a young Elfling, It amused him to see her efforts in trying to watch him fight and, as the months went on, it took him just as much to convince him in training her. At hearing her, a smile curled upon his face at her playfulness, along with a humble glint in his eyes that told him to go along with her. Lowering his bow and arrow, he bowed before her. "Mui ladui, Yavanna. Cin gar grown into a spectacle, im see (My lady, Yavanna. You have grown into a spectacle, I see)", he said, before rising back to tower over the girl. "The Lady of the Wood has received word by the wind that you would be guided here", the marchwarden continued to smile, considering that Yavanna practically accepted him as a family-friend, and that Haldir himself had remained loyal to her, and had always respected her as a royal.

Saeril remained calm on the spot, even as she witnessed them pull back by the order of Yavanna. She remembered her experience back then, when she unknowingly took a peek into the girl's mind, as it did show the princess' memories of living within this specific location, as it was a place of great significance to her. It made the elder smile fondly, as she was able to see the lingering happiness upon the younger before her. The interaction between her and the leading Elf seemed to make the princess even more happier.

"Haldir o lorien, mín tul hi an cín help Mín baur cín protection (Haldir of Lorien, we come here for your help. We need your protection)", Aragorn said, informing his old friend that they were in dire need of shelter, hoping that they could replenish themselves in the forest, and recover from the trauma back at the mines. "Of course", Haldir then looked carefully over the group, before landing his eyes upon Frodo. "Come. She is waiting", he said, remembering the order that the Lady Galadriel had passed to him. This became one those very important occasions where she would want to see a particular visitor on such short notice, merely to pass on a warning, or to give them very important information.

The watchers of the border then led the Fellowship over a hill where there stood many trees, where a beautiful city was shrouded in where the sun didn't have enough power to enlighten the shadows beyond. The very sight mesmerized a few of the members, as no where else on Middle Earth can even compare to its unnatural beauty.