As the bridge was falling, Saeril lost her wind current, and fell alongside everyone else, but landed non-gracefully a few feet away from the wreckage. Seeing the corpse drop, she gave a wince at the sight of them being crushed. Helping each of them out, the she-elf lifted some parts of the bridge, in order to let their squirming become easier. As she was about to move the piece that was above Kili, she couldn't but look up at the thousands of goblins running after them. "Time to go", she quickly said in a small voice as she managed to get the young dwarf and his brother out. "Come on!"

"There's only one thing that can save us now," the wizard clarified with an explanation, ushering the other dwarves towards the exit. "Daylight! Run, all of you!". Going through the caves, the winged-elf immediately felt relieved once the sun shined upon her. Running down the mountainside, she was still by the brothers' side, relieved that they both managed to stay through the predicament. "Five, six, seven, eight. Bifur, Bofur, that’s ten. Fili, Ki­li, Saeril, that’s thirteen. And Bombur, that makes fourteen. Where’s Bilbo? Where is our hobbit? Where is our hobbit?!", Gandalf shouted over them as they finally came to a stop.