Rhavaniel ran from the Burnt Ridge, pulling out the sword. The Orcs that were not scattered from the shock of the attack on their leader were intent on battling Vehiron. Only one Orc pursued Rhavaniel - Ronkûr.
Rhavaniel was fast, but not a match for a Warg on the ruined ground of the burned forest floor.
Kili jumped out from behind the charred trunk of the last tree standing, and took aim. He hit Ronkûr's Warg squarely in the eye, killing it. Ronkûr and his dead Warg plowed hard into the ashes and he screamed in frustration. He would never over take them on foot.
"Follow me!" Kili called to Rhavaniel.
They ran, keeping low behind the brush. They ran until they came upon Kili's pack, and picked it up.
"What do I do?" she asked in despair.
"Head North with me, away from here. You can't help them. There are too many."
Kili knew Rhavaniel's thoughts were with her fellow Elves. They could still hear the fighting on the Ridge, but Rhavaniel knew Kili was right - she nodded her head, shouldered her pack, and they both began to run.
They ran until the sword in Rhavaniel's hand stopped glowing, and night fell.