"Go in for the kill! Finish them!", Azog told the pack as Orcs and Goblins begin to advance him on the thin ice. With its surface so slippery, Thorin can barely move out of the way of them. However, before they even could, an arrow hit one, and then another. If Thorin were to look up, Legolas would be standing on top of one of the towers, having to shoot these targets with his arrows, having to prevent every Goblin and Orc from reaching the Dwarf King. Once again, it's to kill the enemy, not to save the dwarf's life; not that he would admit it, yet.

Saeril continued searching for Kili; as fast as she can, to teach him in time before the enemy does. If he was to truly die, next after Fili, she will never forgive herself in not being able to protect the Durin bloodline. This was her only chance; [i]find him, and protect him[/i] was Fili's last wish. And she took it, understanding his word, and swearing upon it. She'll die, if it means to protect the youngest heir. "Kili!", her voice echoed.