"Tauriel, dartho!", Legolas managed to stop her before she could go any further. "This one we keep alive", he told her in the Silvan tongue, knowing that they must know why Orcs had to attack their borders, and why they were after the dwarves. 

Saeril was helping the dwarves get out of their barrels until she herself managed to step onto dry land, her wings folding behind her back and miraculously turning into her black cloak, as it drapes over her catsuit. She heard groaning from ahead of her, and noticed Kili still in pain from the arrow shot, and his wound looks to be beyond healing. Managing to reach him, she kneeled at his side and hurriedly tore a piece of her black cloak, using it to tame the huge bleeding cut. She wiped the black blood off her lips, although some specks remained on some parts of her face. 

"Shh...", she softly told her godson as she put a little bit of pressure to stop the bleeding. "Let me", the she-elf said to him. "I promised Dis I would protect you and your brother. Now, I made a huge mistake", she added before putting a little more pressure. "I'm sorry", she apologized, both if it was giving him too much pain, and of not being able to try harder. 

Saeril had to admit that Thorin was pushing them now, telling them to get on their feet as soon as they could relax. "Kili's wounded!", the eldest heir protested once he appeared at his little brother's side. "His leg needs binding", Saeril gave him the remaining strands of the rag, and allowed him to tie it off. All she could do right now was give the youngest comfort and sincerity by holding his hand to help him work through the pain.