Thorin and the company sighed in relief; hearing Saeril. Yavanna looked relieved, Saeril was back. Wondering how she managed to talk the King into letting her leave. All worried for the safety of Kili and his well being. "Delva.." Kili muttered, seeing her as he groaned in pain.

Yavanna was surprised, when she saw the Mirkwood Prince, came to help out as well. Or rather, he had been chasing to stop the company and her escaping. But now was helping in slaying their enemy. She heard Saeril attend to Kili, whom let out a slight yelp, through the piece of parchment as he bit down on it. He gave Saeril a thank-full look before he managed to get into his barrel.

But glancing around, they were out numbered by the Orcs. Yavanna run along side the path of the river. Following the Orcs. The blade she stole in hand. One Orc jumped out at her and she span around, with elegance and swift persicision...she sliced the orcs' head off.

As Tauriel fought through the Orcs...she used her daggers. Fending off the creatures...stabbing...slicing. But she noticed the way the young Princess fought. Not to mention the winged she-elf. They were both skilled. Yavanna felt an ache in her arm, but the pain fueled her energy. Fighting to keep her friends safe. Yavanna hoped, that Kili would be alright. She would need to asses his wound later..on dry lands.

"Get them....get them!" Injured Bolg yelled. "Slay them all...Kill the young one!" he meant Yavanna. A few orcs began to leap into the water, to try and get to the Dwarves. But Yavanna acted quickly...spinning around. She swung her sword at one Orc..coming near by. As she uttered ancient words of Elvish. A large wave suddenly swallowed the Orcs...where the were jumping. The Orcs shrieked...as the power of the water drowned at least 5 of them at once. The wave landed with a large splash...adding more force to the current...carrying the Dwarves quicker down the river.

It was an ancient spell, that Arwen had taught her little sister. One that Yavanna had not yet tried. But had faith in. And it proved right. Her star light growing strong and it seemed to hold a few orcs away from her...the brighter it got. They were blinded.

Tauriel quickly glanced between the she-elves and Legolas. The wave had left Tauriel impressed. For such a young elf. The girl knew her craft. Noticing the shimmering light as Yavanna run, chasing after the Orcs ahead. That girl was something special. That much was clear...she spun around...slashing another orc that jumped at her. Running after the young she-elf and the orcs.