"Hold on!", Saeril shouted over the thunder as the mountain around the company breaks. "Ki­li, grab my hand!", she heard her eldest godson shout to his sibling, as she just saw the rock between them starts to separate them. Seeing a crack between her godsons, she 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 fall off the moving rock. 

The she-elf looked in fear as they were 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.