As soon as she was allowed to be excused, she made her quick, elegant bow before him, and made her exit from the throneroom, leaving through the gateway, and taking flight. All that looked at her back, was Legolas' cold piercing eyes. "Close the gate", he told a Silvan elf before the horn was blown. The company was floating across the water in their barrels until they reach the waterfall, sending them downstream with Saeril flying above them. At this height, she could see the Elven guards ahead at the gate, at the same time where she heard the Elven horn, which acted like a signal to shut the dwarves' only way out.
"Get under the bridge!", Saeril shouted to her friends from above, just before the Orcs managed to get to them. Above the bridge, the she-elf swung a mighty finger cuff at the fired arrows at her being, breaking them just before she could allow them to hit her. This angered her, and she suddenly collided into an orc on top of the bridge, stabbing it with her dagger, her strength knocking him away. She clawed at another in the face that was approaching her, and tumbled him into the water, just near the dwarves under the bridge.
Flying at another, she gave a kick before ducking from a thrown hatchet. Right after the she-elf did this said-action, she just noticed a Morgul shaft being aimed at Kili, who appears to be trying to reach for the lever. Knowing that his life was at stake, she used her whole body, and gave a mighty push to Bolg, unfortunately, not stopping the arrow from being released. "Kili!", the eldest brother shouted in shock. Saeril froze in place once she was at full height, and she never felt such fire boil up in her heart, and she has never figured that it would come to light. "Delva!", the blonde once again shouted, which became a snapping gesture of Bolg aiming another arrow at the youngest. The fire inside was at its reaching point, and taking her curved blade in hand, she gave a shout that was mixed with anger and frustration, and threw the weapon at the second arrow, snapping it in half.
Before registering what made his weapon break, Saeril was suddenly on him; eyes glowing, wings flapping wildly, scratching, and screeching, even biting him in the shoulder with her sharp molars. Such rage was evident, and his black life-essence painted her red lips, staining her once-beautiful Elven facials. Panting, she let go of him, moving herself away from the wounded Orc. It wasn't over, and an arrow whizzed over her head, and shot a nearby Orc. Legolas and Tauriel finally arrived on the scene, shooting and fending off the obscene creatures.
Saeril sheathed her daggers, and flew herself towards her fallen godson. She didn't bother to wipe off the Orc's blood from her face. All she could think about was getting Kili and the others to safety. Landing near him, the she-elf helped him maneuver to the edge of the bridge so he could get back in his barrel. "Bite this", she gave him a parchment of her cloak to bite on, so she could remove the arrow for him. "Kili!", the blonde brother called him once again, obviously scared and concerned for his little brother.
The she-elf waited for Kili to be ready, and quickly but swiftly removed the shaft from his leg, already feeling bad for herself to not be able to stop the arrow in time. Carefully moving him, she helped him jump down into his barrel. His wound couldn't be repaired now, not until they had the proper tools. All she could do was watch the barrels travel into the rapids, before following, just after realizing that they were being advanced upon by the Orcs.
