The next day, [i]on the day of war[/i], everyone had been preparing themselves for this one event that would either end in victory or defeat. Man, Elf, and Dwarf; all coming down to this one fight that might forever change Middle Earth. The armies of Man and Elf made their march towards the Lonely Mountain, led by Bard and Thranduil, who hoped that a certain Hobbit's plan would be effective to call off this war. 

In Erebor, the dwarves have been prepping themselves early, at the dawn, to prepare themselves in defending their mountainous domain. The she-elf had her daggers and finger-cuffs sharpened. She even offered to also help them train early as well, either solo, or against each other. It was a memory she will now keep. Having to pull her hair back, and place on her horned headdress, Saeril took a early flight outside, and around the mountain, before catching sight of the approaching parties of Man and Elf. It was she who told Thorin and the company of their advancement, before perching herself within another opening, that was right above the Dwarves' standing position. 

If another were to enter upon her position, there would be a stoned-stairwell leading up to her level.