[IC] Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

[AngelBites15]

Saeril lowered her head just slightly, as she heard the sad words of the young Elven girl. It only took her a moment to think of the right answer. "There was an incident", she spoke softly, and sadly.

Fili held a quiet amount of anger within him but, as always kept himself composed. There was no sense in continuing to argue, so he made his departure from the room, silently cursing his uncle, though not personally. How dare he? Why hurt such feelings of an Elf, who's fairness is beyond most? Of course, Saeril held the same amount of elegance, compassion, and beauty, but it was the brightness of the girl that made her appear so...rare.

It may not seem like it, but the winged she-elf held a growing fondness for the princess, almost, and possibly foreseeing her like a daughter. "Many years ago", she began with a sigh. "Thorin and his kin withheld a very successful foundation in Middle-Earth. At the Lonely Mountain, they forged and mined within its thin crevices for gems and other valuable riches. So much was found, they had started a trusted trade-route with other races; both Man and, more profoundly, Elves", the woman paused, having to think about that terrible day.

"That trust became so concrete, Thorin believed that it was shared in a very personal fashion. When a Fire-Drake came down from the North, he'd thought their allies would come, and aid them. But on that day, there came a betrayal. A party of Elves arrived in the distance, and witnessed the destruction. But did nothing; they just watched", Saeril foretold the tale. "Watched them suffer; their homeland burned, and left homeless. It was on that day that he cursed each and every living Elf; blaming them, hating them", it was a hurtful statement. "He's skeptical, even to this day. That trust in them is second to none", her tucked-in wings lightly fluttered, as soon as she said so.

[WolfLover]

Kili held a rather serious; yet irritable look across his face. It seemed like uncle had crossed yet another line. It was one thing, to mean to Delva. His and Fili's God-Mother. But then to be so harsh, mean and unjust towards one of the most fairest, gentle elfs like Yavanna. Now that was a total insult. Kili was fond of the Princess, with his brother. Just like the young she-elf was fond of the two Durin Heirs. It was a very mutual feeling, the trio held. At the moment, Kili could not deal with his uncle. He was too frustrated to even try.

The young Dwarf, just simple walked away in another direction. Before he'd do or say something, he might live to regret.

There was something about Saeril. Something kind and motherly. She could certainly see who young Fili and Kili, were close to Saeril. It was nice to be around someone, like her...so motherly, caring, protective. It reminded her of her own mother, and something that Yavanna had indeed missed herself.

Listening to Saeril's story about the Lonely Mountain and Thorin's hatred of Elves. "Smaug." The young Princess muttered to herself. She had heard the stories, of the last Fire-Drake of the North. The terrible and terrifying Smaug. Yavanna sighed sadly. She could understand his feeling of betrayal..but to hate, even the innocent elves that had nothing to do with that event, was a little more than harsh.

"I can see that..." Yavanna replied, her voice weak with sadness. She could see, just how skeptical, and untrusting he was towards anyone of her kind. Even the kind one's, who offered help and aid. She was as hurt by it, as Saeril was.

[AngelBites15]

"Don't take it personally, Your Majesty", the winged she-elf told her albeit softly. It wasn't direct, but it was more simply a request. "Whether he likes it or not, we all pity him. It's just that, some scars are not meant to be healed so easily", she said, adding to her request. She took a few steps towards the princess, towering her by an inch or two. Such beauty this girl possessed was not meant to go unnoticed. Lifting a well-manicured hand to the young she-elf's face, she noticed a small tear running down her face. Gently, she brushed it out of sight, with a thumb. "Do not let such words sadden you. Sometimes, they can make you stronger than how you normally are", Saeril comforted her with that same soft, motherly voice she would often speak to Kili and Fili. It was meant to reassure the young elf, but more so, encourage her in not letting those words weaken her spirit.

[WolfLover]

Listening to Searil speak. Yavanna was in deep thought for a few moments. 'Maybe's she's right.' she thought to herself. What use was it? Getting upset, over this? But a part of her, could not help it. His words had caught her off guard and hurt, even if she wasn't meant to take it personally. "How do you usually, cope with him?" Yavanna asked her. She wasn't sure, how long Saeril had known Thorin. But it seemed like she either tuned out his harsh words, and tried not to take it to heart. Or she just hid her feelings well.

She didn't even realize, tears run down her cheeks. Until she felt the winged she-elf wipe a few away. Yavanna gave Saeril a gentle, soft; slightly sad smile still. But a hint of her light was coming back to her. Her motherly comfort was starting to make her feel better.

[AngelBites15]

Saeril gave a sad smile, in return to Yavanna's own, as soon as she finished gently cleaning her face from tears. "I knew Thorin, for as long as since the beginning of this age", and it was true. The winged she-elf knew the Durin family like the back of her hand. As far as tradition went, her kind's alliance with the Dwarves of Erebor made them both spiritually and emotionally connected to the royal family. "You see", she began, lowering her hand away from the girl's face, frowning. "Of all the Elves of Fangorn, I am the last of them, as you already know. Ever since Smaug took Erebor, so many dwarves have died; trying to survive. My kind couldn't bear to witness so much of it, so most of them took their own lives due to a broken heart. Because of misery, they felt themselves having nowhere else to go, so they succumbed to their own sadness, leaving this world behind", the taller she-elf sighed sadly at the memory; it pained her.

"I survived because I had a purpose. The sons of Durin gave me hope; a reason to live on. I found them in the Blue Mountains, growing strong and fast. So happy, they were, in their mother's company. I longed to join them, but...", she paused, her tucked-in wings stretching out a little. "I realized that my everlasting "deformity" would be the knife to their happiness. I feared disgust, anger, and hate. You have no idea what it's like to be stuck in the shadows, hiding with an element that can make you feel like a burden", she admitted with shame in her voice.

[WolfLover]

Yavanna looked at the elder she-elf; with soft yet sad eyes. Seeing Saeril's own sadness. It made the young elf, wonder what past she had and what things, she must have went through. But being silent; a good listener. She listened to Saeril explain. She nodded gently, as Saeril mentioned being the last of the Fangorn elves. "Yes, quite rare you're the last one." she said softly. Yavanna gave her a tender, soft smile. She felt sorry for the Dwarves.

When Saeril mentioned, many of her kind took their own lives. The sadness grew in her eyes. Feeling her pain. "That's so tragic." the young Princess said, mostly to herself. She couldn't imagine, what a painful memory that must have been.

She couldn't help but smile softly, as Saeril talked about the sons of Durin. "You are different...and unique...does not mean, one to be feared." Yavanna told her softly. Being different, unique in her mind and view was special. "Fili and Kili love you, I can see that...they both think highly of you." she reassured Saeril with a smile. She noticed it in the way, Kili was with Saeril and the way Fili talked about her earlier. There was no fear, disgust there. Just love.

[AngelBites15]

Saeril looked back to the young she-elf, once she began to tell her about the way her godsons viewed her. She was quite surprised when Kili and Fili didn't fear or run away at first yet just smiled. Her spirit was lifting a little bit, as she thought of all of the time she had with them so far. When they first met, laughed, and smiled. The time where she showed Kili the view; their flight together. It all came dawning upon her that Yavanna may be right.

"I have made a promise, Your Majesty, and I intend to keep it. For them, and their mother", she finally said, softly; a fond smile coming upon her being, confidence seeping into her voice.

[WolfLover]

Yavanna could see the surprise, in the elder's eyes. She just smiled warmly. The young she-elf had a talent of sorts, when it came to seeing people's relationships. It was no magic, but just seeing how people interacted together...or talked about one another. It told her something, of what other people thought of each other. Sometimes, another perspective helped..if one was doubting oneself.

"Keeping a promise, is very valuable." Yavanna said with a soft smile. She respected those, who kept to their word. Yavanna too kept her word; if she promised something. She didn't like breaking a promise. "Either way, they're lucky to have you, looking out for them." she said softly.

Meanwhile, Young Kili had been trying to find Yavanna. To see if she was alright. He stopped a bit down the hall; hearing voices. Sweet Yavanna and His God-Mother. It seemed the pair of them were having a heart-to-heart conversation. Kili stayed in the shadows, but he couldn't help but listen. He smiled to himself, as Yavanna told Delva of what he and Fili thought of her...and it seemed, like his God-Mother made the sweet she-elf feel better.

The young Dwarf, stayed there a little bit longer. Just listening to them two talk.

[AngelBites15]

Considering the fact that they'd set up camp on the ground every night before this, this was the most comfortable the company have ever been in. Rivendell was peaceful, beautiful, and above all else: safe. For a time, they got rest, but it was short lived. A few hours later, Thorin woke everybody up, and they were on the move again. It was sill dark out, and Gandalf planned for them that they could leave without disturbance; he did not wish for Elrond or any of the others to talk the Dwarven Prince out of their journey.

Yavanna was probably the only one to know of their plan, as Saeril told her before she departed for a couple-hours' rest. She didn't know that Kili knew of this intention, and would no doubt tell Fili, but she was remained glad that the young princess could listen, and stick around.

The winged she-elf was back in her black, slim, catsuit-like outfit from the previous day, and held onto her horned headdress. Along a good distance from the Elven city of Rivendell, she looked back at the land, knowing this will be the last time she knew that they would ever be safe. Saeril was now the only one who can help the dwarves reach the mountain now, and she figured that her mentor will eventually follow them soon enough. He knows his way around Middle Earth, for sure. "I suggest we all stay together. We are about to step foot into the wild", she reminded the company, as they were about to pass into the woods.

[WolfLover]

That evening, Yavanna could not help but think about a few things. Including the fact, that she might not see the Durin Heirs and Saeril for a while. She did not know how long their task would take. But it would probably be a quite a while, before they'd reach Erebor. The young She-elf, knew why the company was to leave so early. Dear Gandalf, was quite sneaky that way. But if she were in their place; she would want to leave without anyone knowing about it too.

She was going to miss the company though. The more she thought about it; the more she found herself wanting to help. Yavanna knew that Thorin would be opposed, but that wasn't going to stop her.

It took her some time to gather a few of her things, including her weapons. Her sword was tucked into it's sheath, that was strapped to her waist. Her bow over her shoulder. Wearing her blue Elvish cloak...it'd keep her warm in the cooler weather. With some mortal blood in her; she couldn't withstand cold weather for as long as pure-blooded elves. It had some effect on her...eventually.

When she finally caught up to the company. They were about to venture out into the woods. The woods, that she knew quite well. Yavanna had explored them many times, going on horse-rides and such. Kili blinked looking surprised, when he saw Yavanna. Her blue hood, covering her hair. "Did we forget something, your highness?" he asked. Wondering, what was going on. Or if someone had came to stop them.

Yavanna just simply smiled at Kili. "Nothing, young warrior...I am coming along with you." she said with a warm smile.

Thorin rose a sharp eyebrow, as he heard Yavanna. "I don't think so." he said sharply, as he looked at her. The last thing they needed, was another she-elf to come along.

The young Princess, decided to ignore his tone of voice. Turning to face him. Her eyes almost held a blue tint to them. A slight stubborn look in her eyes. Her eyes only ever turned blue on a few occasions; if she was sad or grieving, her eyes were crystal blue. If Yavanna was stubborn, they were a more brighter, intense blue. "Do you know these woods?" Yavanna asked him. "I know, last night...you might have viewed me in the wrong light. But I do want to help you...my mind is quite made up. I am in this with you all." she told Thorin, a soft smile on her lips. A smile of Kindness towards the stubborn dwarf whom showed her nothing but a cold side to him.

"No...I don't." Thorin said honestly, as she asked about the woods. For the first time, Thorin looked speechless. Despite his coldness and hate towards Elves. The young girl was ever so kind and willing to help. He glanced away, not keeping eye contact with her for long. On the other hand Kili was one of the few whom looked ecstatic, that they had another member of their company.

"Well lucky for you, I know these woods like the back of my hand." Yavanna told Thorin, with a soft smile. Seeing Kili's excitement, she smiled at the young Dwarf.

"Just don't get yourself killed." Muttered Thorin, over to Yavanna.

The young Princess rose a slight eyebrow. She wasn't sure, if that was supposed to offend her or not. "I am quite skilled in combat and use of weaponry...I'll be alright."

[AngelBites15]

Saeril may have been the only one who would tell Yavanna about Gandalf's plan to depart early that morning. She, Kili, and Fili were probably the only ones thrilled that the princess was able to join them albeit secretly. Though the winged she-elf did wonder on what Lord Elrond would think about her daughter sneaking away. However, she was internally proud that their talk last night inspired her. Or did it not? Fili smiled at the newcomer, and his heart fluttered to see her smiling once again, apart from last night's experience. "In that case, your grace, be on your guard", Saeril advised once again, before the company continued moving.

A few hours later,

Across great terrain, they came across a moutain pass. The winged she-elf was nowhere in sight with them, at least not at the moment. Since this violent thunderstorm started, the conditions have turned highly dangerous upon the treacherous mountain. Now the she-elf has been here before, and it would be best if they stuck together on this one. Appearing from the deep chasm, she hovered at the cliff's edge, wearing her black horned headdress to protect her hair. As Saeril had said that previous night, her wings never tired, and she didn't struggle with pain.

"Look out!", Dwalin howled as the giant rock came flying towards them, hitting the edge of the mountain, shattering. To give them better protection, Saeril hovered herself over the group, and her huge wings covered most of them like an umbrella from the falling debris. A few rocks hit her back, but she didn't let her strength wane.

[WolfLover]

It wasn't the first time, Yavanna had sneaked out on an adventure. Even if her father would worry; she was sure that Gandalf or someone would reassure him; she was doing a good deed. And she had longed to get out of Rivendell...seeing another bit of the world, she had not yet seen. Yavanna smiled warmly at young Fili and his brother. Before her smile was aimed at Saeril. "Of course." she said softly; with a nod towards Saeril's warning.

Yavanna had kept beside the two Durin boys, and Saeril at the front. As she led the company through the paths she knew. A few of the other Dwarfs, were glad to have new company of Yavanna along with them. But they probably would not show it, like Kili, Fili and Saeril did.

The young she-elf talked among their little group. Kili was curious about her life in Rivendell; telling him a few stories, The time seemed to pass.

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With the thunder storm gaining on them. Yavanna had her hood up again. The path across the cliffs were rather tight...so they had to go one after the other...carefully. Keeping their backs to the back of the cliffs. As a few rocks crumbled beneath them...Biblo's footing slipped...almost knocking Yavanna down with him...whom was beside him.

Kili was one of the few whom reached out, grabbing a hold of the Princess and Bilbo. Balin caught Bilbo pulling him back towards them. "Careful Master Baggins." Just then, the rocks came hurling towards them. Yavanna gasped, as she looked at Saeril worried, seeing the debris falling on her back. "Are you alright?" The young elf asked her.

"This is no thunderstorm..." Balin breathed out. Just then in the not so far distance...they could see it. A giant made of rocks, was hurling another stone.

"My god...the legends are true! Giants! Storm Giants!"

[AngelBites15]

Saeril was doing her best to shield the company from the majority of the damage. Had she not swooped in as she had, they may have suffered a few casualties. Having to hear the worried voice of the princess, the winged she-elf kept herself her hovering, before acknowledging the girl with a nod, almost tiredly.

It only got worse from there. The first giant threw a boulder into the air; a second giant appeared from behind the company, and was hit in the head. A few of the dwarves yelled at each other to brace and hold on, but the rocks beneath their feet started to give way from all the vibrations, and from the impact of the falling rocks. The ground then began to split; part of the group was separated to one half, the rest on the other.

"Hold on!", Saeril shouted over the thunder as the mountain around the company began to break. "Ki­li, grab my hand!", she heard her eldest godson shout to his sibling, as she just saw the rock between them begins to separate them. Yavanna was stuck with Fili; just as she saw the crack between her godsons, Saeril knew that they couldn't protect each other now.

The mountain they were on starts coming to life, and starts fighting with another. With the company split in half, she didn't know which one to protect more. Seeing that the moving rock Kili was on, made his situation even more risky, which resulted in her making up her mind: she flew over to the swaying dwarves, and gripped the youngest's coat, so he was at least in her line of sight, and not falling off the moving rock.

The she-elf looked in fear as they were just about to collide into the mountain. Thinking fast, she tucked Kili in against her to shield him from their upcoming fate. However, when they finally hit the mountain, there was no pressure against them, only making them fall off and land on the more safe-like part of the cliff. She still had Kili tucked against her chest as they landed. Unraveling her wings, she could see the others safe as well, which was a relief. Panting from exhaustion, Saeril allowed herself to catch her breath, and attempt to stand, although she didn't get far, and landed back down to one knee, feeling an ache in her leg.

[WolfLover]

It all seemed to happen so fast; the fight between the Giants was getting worse. Instead of 2, there were 3 or 4 now. Yavanna wasn't really sure, since they all looked the same and sometimes it seemed, like there were more of them, than she anticipated.

She was keeping Bilbo back, stopping him from falling; as the cliffs began to separate. The two groups were standing on one knee/leg of the Giants. Yavanna looked worried, as she saw Kili separated from her and Fili. However, when Kili's group seemed to be safe...the other group, were still stuck on the knee. And it seemed like the giant was loosing the battle.

Kili gasped as he felt Delva grab onto his coat. He felt relieved, that she had a hold off him. But he watched in fear and worry, where his elder brother was. He took a few deep gasps of breath, when they landed on the safe path...near a cave. "Delva?" he looked worried, seeing her collapse on her one knee. "Maybe we should rest." he suggested. It was getting darker...and, with Saeril's injury it seemed. She needed a little time out. He then glanced over at the other half of the company...who were still holding on for the dear life, on the Giant.

But the giant was beginning to tip back, his knee getting closer and closer to another path of walls. Thorin looked panicked "Noooo!" he yelled out...but it was too late. The knee collided with the wall, where the others were on...Before the giant...no with no one standing on him...began to collapse...falling down in his defeat. "Fili!" Kili and Thorin yelled out. "Yavanna!" Kili also panicked; fearing for the Princess.

Thorin made his way down the path...and seeing the rest of the company in a heap, on the safe pathway. Yavanna was on top of Balin and Fili, groaning from the impact. But Bilbo was no where to be seen.

"Where's Bilbo?" Yavanna asked, as she finally managed to get up onto her feet. Helping Fili and Balin up.

Poor Hobbit, was hanging from the edge. His landing was not so smooth either and left him hanging off the edge..he was panting...his hands slowly slipping. Suddenly Kili noticed Bilbo hanging over the edge. "Over here...Bilbo hold on." Kili called out. He made his way over to the edge...kneeling down...he reached down trying to grab Bilbo...but he couldn't reach down. Thorin made his way over to the edge aswell...he stepped down briefly onto a lower part of the cliff...managing to grab Bilbo...helping him upwards into the awaiting Arms of Kili and Dwalin. But he himself slipped...Kili gasped, as he grabbed onto his uncle's arm in time. Kili didn't even notice...but Yavanna was by their side...and had also grabbed onto Thorin...helping the Dwarves pull their King back to safety.

[AngelBites15]

Once she noticed her companions trying to help each other, Saeril tried to stand up once again, with her wings trying to give her an advantage for balance, but gasped at the small pain that hit her leg, making her fall down once again. "Must have...hurt it..during the landing while I was covering him. Against a rock", the she-elf winced to herself. It was probably bruised, and that she won't be able to walk at full speed and strength like she used to.

Her collapse didn't unnoticed by Fili, and he stayed with her, just before he witnessed Yavanna save his uncle from a very dreadful fall.

[WolfLover]

Thorin was surprised, when the hand of the young elf had grabbed him and helped pull him to safety. Thorin just looked at Yavanna...in silence for a few moments. Not really saying anything.

"Thank god." Balin sighed in relief, seeing everyone including Bilbo was safe. "We almost Lost our Burglar."

Thorin glanced down at the Hobbit and then at Balin "He's been lost ever since he left home. He shouldn't have come. He has no place among us here!" Thorin said, somewhat harshly. Still doubting, that Bilbo being with them, was a good idea. He then noticed the cave "Dwalin!" he called out, nodding his head towards the cave entrance.

Yavanna frowned at Thorin's coldness towards Bilbo. Giving the Hobbit a sympathetic smile. She then walked over to Saeril whom collapsed on her knee. "Here...let me have a look at that." she offered, to her with a smile.

Kili sighed at his uncle, shaking his head. Sometimes, he felt ashamed that he was related to Thorin. Especially when his uncle could be so cruel. He kneeled down by Saeril, as she collapsed again. "I don't think, she can walk." he told Yavanna.

Yavanna looked at Kili, with a soft smile "She will be able to, once I heal her...but she needs to take it easy for a bit." she reassured him.

[AngelBites15]

"Of course", the she-elf accepted Yavanna's help to examine her wound. Fili felt guilty on letting go of Kili when the rock split. If only he would have held onto his brother in time, their godmother wouldn't have gotten hurt.

Saeril wasn't afraid of herself being in danger; she was afraid of herself not being to help those in danger. Especially for the company. She even risked her life to save her youngest godson. She grew rather fond of them, and that was when she realized that she had family.

Having to see the others move into the cave, she winced as she tried to stand once again. She didn't have anything that would treat her injury, and she doubted that the company had anything to help her, but she wondered what Yavanna had that would help them. But, according to the princess, all the winged elf could do right now, was rest, and take it easy.

[WolfLover]

Yavanna looked at Kili and Fili "Could you help Saeril inside, don't let her walk on that bad leg." she said softly. It would be better examine, inside of the cave...where it was warmer and safe. Hearing Yavanna's request, Kili stood up and wrapped his arm around Saeril, helping her upright...whilst he and his brother helped her inside of the cave...carefully...Kili made sure,she didn't put her weight on the bad leg.

Once inside, Yavanna had them lay Saeril down...so she could have a better look at the leg...stretched out. Her star light, illuminated the cave; in a bright beautiful glow. Yavanna pulled out a small vile, from a pouch, that was attached to her belt. She poured a few drops of the clear liquid onto her fingers...before she gently placed them onto her wound. The liquid was warm and would probably tingle against Saeril's injured leg.

The young she-elf then began to chant something in Elvish. It was a healing spell. Yavanna was one of the skilled healers in Rivendell. She had spent pretty much her entire life; learning about healing magic. She never knew, when it would come in handy. Just like it did right now. The liquid that was on Saeril's wound...stopped the pain in her leg...the spell slowly fixing her wound. It'd take a little while of recovery time, before Saeril's leg would feel 100% better...but the spell had done most of the healing; without it. Saeril would have been in pain for long while, without being able to use it fully.

[AngelBites15]

Pulling up the slim pant-leg, Saeril watched the princess, who seemed to pull out a vile, and chant in the Elvish language. In just a few seconds, the winged she-elf felt the pain almost disappear entirely. Once Yavanna pulled away from the spot, the elder rubbed around the spot where she initially felt the pain; as soon as she did so, there was almost nothing there, as if the injury never happened. "Dear child, you hold quite the gift", she complimented her, softly.

She has never gotten this kind of injury before, since as an elf, she had a higher scale of awareness. It's not like she was completely immortal, albeit not physically. Elves have rarely ever got minor injuries. Those who lack grace, would most definitely receive them. This was now an opportunity to witness Yavanna's hidden talents; one of them being the gift of healing.

Nearby, Fili was laying down a few rolls for the four of them to sleep on. He put them close together, so they could look out and guard each other.

[WolfLover]

Yavanna smiled softly as Saeril, as she had finished healing her wound. She slipped the vile back into her pouch. "Thank you." she told her softly, feeling flattered at her Kindness. Kili watched her a little stunned. "How...how did you do that?" he asked curious. Yavanna turned her head towards the youngest Durin Heir, with a warm smile. "I am a healer, among my people. Just good old elvish medicine." she told him with a smile. "Just rest your leg, it should be alright in a few days time...but don't try and do anything too much with it." she told Saeril softly, she didn't want her to be injured again.

After Fili set up the rolls, she sat down on one of them.