Fili looked back at the princess, and gave her a smile that was almost forced, but genuinely affectionate. He was thrilled that everybody, including Yavanna, was safe, but his heart was still worried about Thorin.

"Thorin!", Gandalf ran to the fallen dwarf Prince, once he removed himself from the eagle's back. Fili was already starting to run to his fallen uncle, but he couldn't get any further as the wizard kneeled beside Thorin. Gandalf muttered something elvish under his breath, while hovering and passing his hand over the dwarf's face. 

Saeril was too stubborn; funny it may sound, but her youngest godson, and the younger she-elf were not too far away. She risked her life by facing the most vile of all of creatures to keep the remaining Durin family, the princess, and the company, safe from his pack. The injury wasn't going to stop her from moving either; she made a promise, she will keep it. For Dis, and the rest of the royal family.