After escaping safely from Azog and his hunting party, Bilbo, Gandalf, the Dwarves, and Scoobies were all riding on the Eagles as they soar through the sky over a great distance and over many landscapes. Thórin, however, was still lying unconscious in one of the Eagle's talons after his terrible blow with the Defiler. The others notice and looked very worried, thinking that he was dead.

"Thórin!" Elliot called out to him, but there was no response.

While everyone continued to look on in horror and sadness, the Eagles take them to a massive rock structure that was shaped like a grizzly bear. Once they arrive, the Eagle gently deposits Thórin and his sword on a flat area on top of the Carrock. Another Eagle lands on the Carrock and Gandalf slides off its neck, running toward the unconscious Thórin.

"Thórin!" Gandalf called out as he ran to him and whispered. "Thórin."

Thórin did not respond while the others all gather around and watch as Gandalf placed his hand on Thórin's face and whispered a spell which healed him.

After Gandalf healed him, Thórin's eyes flutter open and he gasped for air. He looked up to face him. "The halfling?" He spoke weakly.

Amy kneels down beside him and smiled. "It's all right. Bilbo is here, and he's quiet safe."

Kyle, Larry, Heidi, and Lance gather around and help Thórin up.

"Here we go." Kyle said as he pulled him up.

"You okay?" Heidi asked.

Thórin didn't answer and he turned to stare at Bilbo. "You!" He called to him. "What were you doing? You nearly got yourself killed!"

"Thórin, he saved your life!" Cordelia exclaimed. "Is this how you thank him?"

Thórin ignored her as he walks closely to him. "Did I not say that you would be a burden?" He continued. "That you would not survive in the wild and that you had no place amongst us?"

Bilbo looked very worried and frightened.

"I've never been so wrong in all my life!" Thórin breathed as he grabs Bilbo embraced him deeply.

The Dwarves and Scoobies all laughed and cheered together. Gandalf, Buffy, Angel, and Willow smiled deeply as Bilbo was quite surprised by this and hugged him back.

"I am sorry I doubted you." Thórin apologized.

"No, I would have doubted me too." Bilbo expressed. "I mean you were right about me. As matter-of-act, you and I were both right. That I wouldn't survive the wild, and I would've stayed right where I was." He turned to look around at everyone. "Point is, I'm not a hero, a warrior... or even a burglar."

As everyone chuckles, the Eagles fly away. Tara and Willow suddenly see something from the distance.

"Hey guys!" Willow called.

"Is that what I think it is?" Tara asked, pointing straight at something.

Everyone strides forward and follow their gaze. In the distance, on the horizon, they see the outline of a single, solitary mountain. It was the Kingdom of Erebor.

"Erebor—The Lonely Mountain." Gandalf announced. "The last of the great dwarf kingdoms of Middle-earth."

"Our home." Thórin whispered in a smile.

While everyone continued to stare at the mountain in wonder, a bird cheeps and flies by them.

"A raven!" Óin pointed at the bird. "The birds are returning to the mountain."

"That's a thrush." Xander corrected.

"But we'll take it as a sign - a good omen." Thórin smiled in delight.

"Well... let's hope the worst is behind us." Buffy whispered.