Yavanna gave Saeril a soft smile and nod, as she was saying welcome. She ducked out of the way...as a Warg leaped at her. But the beast landed in the fire...that was near by. Yavanna caught a glimpse of Saeril; seeing the way the elder she elf moved. Her movements were precise, and impressive. Unlike Yavanna, Saeril must have had lots of experience. But the young she-elf couldn't help but wonder, what Azog meant by his harsh words to Saeril.

Bilbo lost his balance, falling backwards. Kili fired a few arrows, slaying the Wargs that went to attack the young Hobbit. Kili then noticed Eagles. Eagles were coming to the rescue. A few of the Eagles began to grab the Wargs...tossing them off of the cliffs...or into the fire.

Kili glanced over at his uncle worried. Thorin had not waken up yet...as an eagle picked him up. His head fell back...his body rather limp and his Oaken branch slipped off his injured arm. The Eagles also grabbed Kili, Fili, Yavanna, one grabbed Bilbo...whom let out a slight scream...as he dropped him onto another's back. Yavanna found herself on the same Eagle as Fili and Kili. But she watched the Eagle, flying with Thorin. Worried look in her eyes.

As the tree was slowly giving more away...the eagles rescued every single Dwarf that was on that three...or slipping from it.