Yavanna could hear Kili and Saeril not far behind her; but at the moment. She didn't really need pity on her, from what her brothers were saying to her. The only person right now, she needed to talk to and see was her father. As she rushed through the halls with grace, yet swiftness. Kili lost sight of her, looking around trying to figure which way Yavanna had went, as he had tried to follow her with Saeril. "Why is it elves always move so fast?" he muttered to himself.
Finding the counsel room, where her father always was. Yavanna was about to knock on the large wooden doors. But the doors already opened themselves, as if someone had been expecting her. Lord Elrond of course, knew his daughter was back home and needed to see him. Having the gift of fore-sight. Her father knew many many things.
Seeing the expression across his baby girl's face, Lord Elrond knew that his sons had caused Yavanna grief once more. Lord Elrond wasn't happy with how his twin boys had been treating his daughters, especially Yavanna in regards the death of their mother. The twins knew of this. But didn't seem to take his father's words to heart. More like ignored it every chance they got. "Mime melin, don't shed tare tears."(My dear, don't shed more tears.) Lord Elrond walked over to his daughter, brushing away her tears with his thumb. "Ni am glad, tye are mardi melin Yavanna. Mana troubles tye so mime hinya?" (I am glad, you are home dear Yavanna...what troubles you so my child?)
Yavanna felt the need to apologise to her father; not sure what he thought of her running away like she did. When she joined Thorin and the Company. "Ni am sorrime, Pa. Ni didn't faica ana imeúre- au-. Ni faila desired ana help ilquen. Ni have missed tye ontáro." (I am sorry, Pa. I didn't mean to run away...I just desired to help everyone. I have missed you father.) Yavanna embraced her father in a loving hug, giving him a squeeze. Lord Elrond held his youngest daughter in his embrace. Taking notice that the necklace she once had around her neck was gone. But he let Yavanna proceed and tell him about what was going on. "-yes's about Saeril. Qua na- raica, se keeps getting sí headaches ar te get worse ar worse. Please help her ontáro. Ni caure, qua ulcu- na- torturing her everime lú. Emme osán- so might n- coming at-." (It's about Saeril. Something is wrong, she keeps getting these headaches and they get worse and worse. Please help her father. I fear, something evil is torturing her every time. We think he might be coming back.)
Lord Elrond frowned at his daughter's words. He knew a little about Saeril from what Gandalf told him. It was clear his daughter did not know the extent of what was going on. But he could never be mad at her for that. Yavanna always saw the good in people and tried to help. Which is why he was proud of her for helping the company of Thorin Okaenshield on his journey. "Ni shall care- mime best ana help her, mime melin. Where na- se? Ni'd ve a few words as her er." (I will do my best to help her. Where is she? I'd like a few words alone with her) He reassured his daughter, rubbing her back gently in a soothing manner. But he couldn't help but ask. "Your necklace, mime melin -iel. Mana happened ana -yes?" (Your necklace, my dear daughter. What happened to it?) It seemed like the curiosity was getting the better of him. But also wanting to confirm a few thoughts that were lingering inside of his head already.
Yavanna was about to answer, as to Saeril's where abouts. But she could hear Saeril not far away from the throne room with Kili. But blushed at her father's question. "Im gave ha na, someone special." (I gave it to someone special.) She answered truthfully. To her, Legolas was and always will be that special someone whom held her heart.
Lord Elrond smiled down at his youngest daughter. Seeing the young Prince in her thoughts and heart. A few times. Over the time Yavanna had been gone. He indeed had a few visions of her future happiness. And if there was anyone, Lord Elrond was happy that young Legolas was in Yavanna's future and someone she cared deeply for. Lord Elrond knew King Thranduil for centuries, and he knew his son was a good man. And it made him happy knowing his daughter found that happiness. "Ho indeed na- a man adan plural edain. Im am happui an cin." (He indeed is a good man. I am happy for you.) Lord Elrond gave his daughter a knowing smile. Kissing her forehead. Knowing, that she would meet Legolas again soon enough.
Finding the counsel room, where her father always was. Yavanna was about to knock on the large wooden doors. But the doors already opened themselves, as if someone had been expecting her. Lord Elrond of course, knew his daughter was back home and needed to see him. Having the gift of fore-sight. Her father knew many many things.
Seeing the expression across his baby girl's face, Lord Elrond knew that his sons had caused Yavanna grief once more. Lord Elrond wasn't happy with how his twin boys had been treating his daughters, especially Yavanna in regards the death of their mother. The twins knew of this. But didn't seem to take his father's words to heart. More like ignored it every chance they got. "Mime melin, don't shed tare tears."(My dear, don't shed more tears.) Lord Elrond walked over to his daughter, brushing away her tears with his thumb. "Ni am glad, tye are mardi melin Yavanna. Mana troubles tye so mime hinya?" (I am glad, you are home dear Yavanna...what troubles you so my child?)
Yavanna felt the need to apologise to her father; not sure what he thought of her running away like she did. When she joined Thorin and the Company. "Ni am sorrime, Pa. Ni didn't faica ana imeúre- au-. Ni faila desired ana help ilquen. Ni have missed tye ontáro." (I am sorry, Pa. I didn't mean to run away...I just desired to help everyone. I have missed you father.) Yavanna embraced her father in a loving hug, giving him a squeeze. Lord Elrond held his youngest daughter in his embrace. Taking notice that the necklace she once had around her neck was gone. But he let Yavanna proceed and tell him about what was going on. "-yes's about Saeril. Qua na- raica, se keeps getting sí headaches ar te get worse ar worse. Please help her ontáro. Ni caure, qua ulcu- na- torturing her everime lú. Emme osán- so might n- coming at-." (It's about Saeril. Something is wrong, she keeps getting these headaches and they get worse and worse. Please help her father. I fear, something evil is torturing her every time. We think he might be coming back.)
Lord Elrond frowned at his daughter's words. He knew a little about Saeril from what Gandalf told him. It was clear his daughter did not know the extent of what was going on. But he could never be mad at her for that. Yavanna always saw the good in people and tried to help. Which is why he was proud of her for helping the company of Thorin Okaenshield on his journey. "Ni shall care- mime best ana help her, mime melin. Where na- se? Ni'd ve a few words as her er." (I will do my best to help her. Where is she? I'd like a few words alone with her) He reassured his daughter, rubbing her back gently in a soothing manner. But he couldn't help but ask. "Your necklace, mime melin -iel. Mana happened ana -yes?" (Your necklace, my dear daughter. What happened to it?) It seemed like the curiosity was getting the better of him. But also wanting to confirm a few thoughts that were lingering inside of his head already.
Yavanna was about to answer, as to Saeril's where abouts. But she could hear Saeril not far away from the throne room with Kili. But blushed at her father's question. "Im gave ha na, someone special." (I gave it to someone special.) She answered truthfully. To her, Legolas was and always will be that special someone whom held her heart.
Lord Elrond smiled down at his youngest daughter. Seeing the young Prince in her thoughts and heart. A few times. Over the time Yavanna had been gone. He indeed had a few visions of her future happiness. And if there was anyone, Lord Elrond was happy that young Legolas was in Yavanna's future and someone she cared deeply for. Lord Elrond knew King Thranduil for centuries, and he knew his son was a good man. And it made him happy knowing his daughter found that happiness. "Ho indeed na- a man adan plural edain. Im am happui an cin." (He indeed is a good man. I am happy for you.) Lord Elrond gave his daughter a knowing smile. Kissing her forehead. Knowing, that she would meet Legolas again soon enough.