Thranduil's jaw clenched, as he heard the Silvan elf. "What?! Who was on guard?!" he demanded...before he heard Saeril and he nodded. "Yes, of course. If you shall return, with the Gems. You shall have anything you desire." The King promised her. A prize of her own choosing if you will.

It took a while for Bilbo to figure out, how to get the door to move...without the lever. As he walked backwards...the door tilted and he fell into the lake with a gasp.

As the waves carried the Barrels. Bilbo caught a grip onto one of them...holding onto the side. Yavanna heard a shriek in the distance. Orcs. "Oh no." she whispered to herself. It seemed like The Orcs found them. But this time, they were led by Bolg. Azog had sent him and at least 30 orcs or so...to track down the Company.

Tauriel whom heard of rumors of the Orcs near by. Run out of the Mirkwood gates. Not long after the prisoners were set free. Not knowing why...she went after the Orcs on her own.

There were a pair of gates; that separated a part of the river. It shut...just as the prisoners were approaching it. Thorin growled, as he hit the gate with his barrel. "Noo." he saw the guards, at the little bridge looking down at them. Yavanna gasped as she saw a familiar orc arrow pierce the guards armor...Things could not get any worse could the? She thought to herself.

Orcs began to jump down at the company. Yavanna punched one of the Orcs, that leap down at her...making sure it didn't get near her. Kili noticed the lever, near the bridge...Trying to make his way out of the Barrel. He grabbed a sword from an Orc...that lost his. Slashing at the orcs...trying to clear his path towards the lever.

But then he felt a pain shoot through his leg. Kili let out a yelp. Falling down...an Orc's arrow.

"Kili!" Yavanna gasped. The Princess jumped up from her own Barrel. Kicking an Orc in the face, during the Process, as she leapt up onto the ground. She ducked as a sword came swinging her way...grabbing the arm of the Orc...she swung his sword, back at him. Cutting into his side harshly. Kicking the Orc...it went flying into the river...his sword in her hand.

Just then Yavanna noticed few arrows. They were elvish. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Tauriel.

Kili groaned in pain...managing to pull himself up...crawling to the lever. He yanked at it and the gates opened again.