Legolas moved quickly down the side of the river as the Orcs continued to follow their intended targets. Jumping and dodging attacks, he landed with a light foot atop the dwarves to get across the river on both sides. Shooting arrows here and there, he moved swiftly, along with Saeril who attacked from the air, and remarkably stayed close with the dwarves in their barrels down the river. The blonde elf took notice upon the giant wave Yavanna had managed to conjure. Even could not learn such spells while living in the forest of Mirkwood. The Silvan were not known for magical arts, but just brutish combat. That was how he grew, regardless of being Sindarin.

Knowing that his little brother was hurt, Fili had to do most of the fending for him. Not that he minded, but he had to keep Kili protected like he had always did when they were kids.

Stunts and feats were performed to defend themselves against these creatures, and the fight went down the open waters where the dwarves could peacefully drift away, with Saeril following. Legolas almost got himself hit by an Orc when one of the dwarves striked it first before it could make its move. Just as its corpse fell, the elf Prince glanced at the barrels drifting down the Rapids, having to take his cold glare to the young she-elf whose abilities were almost beyond his own. However, he was so caught up in his thoughts, he, again, didn't see a second attacker come up from behind.