Saeril braced herself for the incoming weapon strike of Azog's mace, but then she heard a screech; a great eagle swooping down from the sky, and knocked him off course. More eagles dove out of the sky, some attacking the wargs and orcs whilst others picked up the dwarves, including Thorin, and the wizard out of the tree to safety. At that moment, the she-elf sheathed her weapons, and ran off the cliff directly, shortly after, spreading her wings and taking flight.

"Thorin!", she heard Fili shout, sounding obviously terrified for his unconscious uncle. Barely awake he was, Saeril managed to look at the unconcious Prince, letting out a relieved sigh that he, Yavanna, and the rest of the company were safe. She did let out a quiet hiss of pain from her wounded leg that was still trying to heal itself, but tried to keep it quiet to not let the princess or her godsons immediately worry about her wellbeing.