Legolas watched the door intently, as he aimed his arrow towards a hole that one of the creatures was able to make. Just before they could reach about an inch into the chamber, the Elf Prince fired, making it squeal in pain. Soon enough, the barricaded door gave out, and a wave of both Goblin and Orc was quickly upon them; a fight between all six races quickly unraveling itself. As much as he and Aragorn tried to push a few of them back with arrows, but they were upon the group, as quickly as they had came; the desperate need to defend themselves coming clear. 

With her quick and agile maneuvers, Saeril was able to dodge a few of the vile creatures, before being able to cut their throats, and chop off their heads, once an opening made itself known. There were even moments where she would use her heavy and tough wings to knock them off their feet and/or disorient them, in order to deliver the finishing blow. She took the time to give her allies as much aid as she could give them, before going back into defending herself. 

Everybody seemed to be holding up just fine, even having to witness Yavanna express more quicker reflexes than how she normally displayed. Guess the elder's lesson had proved itself to come in handy for the younger in a fight. There was a perception that there will be several other instances where conflict will put their lives in jeopardy, so Saeril knew that she would have to teach them as much as she can, if it means for survive such an event. The princess was still young, but strong, and her survival, as well as everybody else's, were all that mattered. 

Even though the numbers have been reduced, heavy footfalls started to approach them, and a giant troll crashed into the chamber, having to drag a chain that seemed to be tied around its neck. Looking at the beast before him, Legolas immediately fired an arrow, hoping to get its attention while his beloved and Kili moved out of its path. He had to dodge the chain that the troll had managed to pick up and swing at him, before managing to fire an arrow, leaving a graze upon its face, causing the creature to roar in pain. It seemed to have given the young she-elf enough time to deliver some blows of her own, and the blonde elf watched the scene with worry, before going back into fighting with the remaining Orcs. 

Upon witnessing Frodo fall to the ground, Saeril was quick to run to the young Hobbit's side, shortly after killing a surviving Goblin. 
"Master Baggins?!"
The ring-bearer couldn't be dead, could he? 

Legolas looked back, just in time to see the troll fall on its face, and Yavanna landing upon the ground, nearby. By instinct, the Elf Prince quickly approached, and stood next to her, having to look down at the now-deceased beast that she had seemingly managed to take down, all on her own. His love must have really grown, since their last encounter with each other in Erebor. From knowing magic, medicine, as well as the ability to see visions, and take down larger enemies, she may just be as strong as she was claimed and destined to be.