The wind of the Eagle's powerful stroke flitted out a candle, then a thousand more as it whumped down in the center of Laketown's ruins.
Gandalf lit from the Eagle's back, his limbs shaking and his face gashed, but he issued orders with the same curt impatience for which he was famous.
Yet it was not Gandalf to whom Tauriel fell on her knees to beg for help.