From the corner of her eyes; Yavanna noticed the way Legolas had moved. Like dancing with the wind. His skills with the bow, surpassed hers. Even though she was great with the bow...nothing compared to the Prince of Mirkwood. She could hear the Dwarves grunt and groan, slightly. When Legolas used their heads to get across from both sides of the river.

As they fought...Yavanna moved gracefully. Dodging attacks...spinning behind and lashing her attacks. Tauriel at one point, switched back to her bow and arrow...firing arrows...that reached far even across the other side. Killing off as many Orcs. But a few managed to run off including Bolg.

When Yavanna's eyes met with Legolas' from across the river side. She noticed his cold, almost emotionless stare. Despite how he might have viewed her. Maybe even hated her; that she was friends of Thorin and his company. She could not bring herself to stare at the Prince, in such a cold way. It was not her. Her eyes were soft...but then filled with worry. She saw an Orc approaching him from behind.

Acting quickly...she threw the Orc sword. Her only defense. Since her own had been taken by the Guards of Mirkwood. "Duck!" Yavanna yelled out to the Legolas;her voice soft but filled with worry for him. The sword flew past the Prince; above his head and stuck right; into the heart of the Orc...that was about the attack. The Orc let out a shriek...before falling dead. Yavanna's eyes lingered on Legolas for a few moments. Having saved his life.