"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, obviously terrified. 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 him. 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; her wings flapped widely, scratching, and screeching, even biting him once. 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.