Fili stayed by Kili, the children, and Yavanna, while Saeril guided them at the front. He could only stare in shock as Laketown started to go up in flames. Hearing the cries and seeing the people flee their homes was difficult to witness. Were they responsible for this? Smaug had remained inside of Erebor for so many years, and now he'd left to seek destruction on the nearest town. The thought was an unsettling one; deep down, the blonde worried that coming here had been wrong. Perhaps their homeland should have been left behind.

"Isn't there anything we can do to help?" Fili couldn't take it anymore. Leaving felt wrong, even if they'd managed to bring Bard's children to safety. Bofur shook his head, motioning for him to quiet down. "No, lad. We've got to get to Thorin." Though Bofur felt the same way, he knew there was little to nothing that they could do now. They needed to regroup with the others and plan from there. 

It was another few hours before the survivors of Laketown reached the shore once more. Many of them were badly wounded or dying, and others still had already been lost to their wounds or shock. With the shore in a yard's distance, Saeril jumped out of the boat, into the water, and used the strength she had to pull the boat to the upcoming shoreline. Looking around at the number of casualties surrounding them, the she-elf felt that she had to immediately talk to Thorin once they get to the mountain, if they still intended to. He would absolutely not be that careless to put his own nephews in harm's way, especially in the event of a Firedrake. 

Bard's three children immediately left the little boat they had travelled in with the two she-elves and the dwarves, weaving through the crowd searching for their father. Saeril, who could see a little better over the other people's heads, searched too, though there was no sign of Bard.

Finally managing to remove her horned headdress, she let her hair flow free in the wind, as she glanced around at the surviving people. Knowing that her companions might have their eyes on her, she didn't bother to look back at them, at least, not at the moment. Again, it's that anger she felt inside. "What was he thinking?", she said softly to herself, with a hint of a building up snarl, as she gazed out at the burnt and demolished town in the distance.