At the camp, the people of Esgaroth were busy packing supplies and getting ready to leave the shores of the Long Lake.

"Take only what you need." Riley said as he walked pass a lot of people that were packing. "By order of the king, take only provisions you need."

"We have a long march ahead." Buffy said to him and Bard. "A very long march."

"Right, so where do you think we'll go?" Xander asked her.

Bard looks across the lake and speaks. "There is only one place."

"The mountain!" Alfrid grinned in approval. "You are a genius, sire."

"Yeah, I should agree to that." Anya smiled. "We can take refuge inside the mountain. Although, it might smell a bit of dragon. The women can clean up."

"Anya's right." Willow agreed to the idea. "It will be safe, warm, and dry at least."

"And also full of stores, bedding, clothing... the odd bit of gold." Alfrid added.

"What gold is in that mountain is cursed." Bard replied. "We will take only what was promised to us - only what we need to rebuild our lives." He dumps a bundle of sticks he was packing into Alfrid's hands and walks off.

Alfrid turns to Angel. "Here - pull your weight!" He dumps the sticks into Angel's hand who already has a load of sticks. Angel sighed in disapproval, but he walks off.

"News of the death of Smaug will have spread through the lands." Legolas said to Bard as he walked alone.

"Aye." Bard spoke.

"Others will now look to the mountain - for its wealth, or its position." Legolas informed.

"What is it you know?" Bard asked him.

"Nothing for certain." Legolas answered, looking off into the distance with a concerned look in his face. "It's what I fear may come."

Meanwhile, somewhere in the shores of the Long Lake, Tauriel and Legolas stride through the camp.

"You saw something out there." Tauriel said.

"The orc I pursued out of Esgaroth - I know who he is. Bolg - a spawn of Azog the Defiler." Legolas explained. "A warg pack was waiting for him on the outskirts of Esgaroth. They fled into the north. These orcs were different from the others. They wore a mark I had not seen for a long time. The mark of Gundabad."

Tauriel stops in shock and turns to Legolas. "Gundabad?"

"An orc-stronghold in the far north of the Misty Mountains."

Before he was about to talk, Feren, an elf from Mirkwood, rides up on a horse and to meet Legolas and Tauriel.

"Hîr nín, Legolas." (My Lord Legolas) Feren addressed to the elven prince in elvish. "Celin 'winiath o adar lín. Cân i hi danwenidh na le." (I bring word from your Father. You are to return to him immediately.)

"Tolo, Tauriel." (Come, Tauriel.) Legolas said to her in elvish.

"Hîr nín. Edlennen Tauriel." (My Lord. Tauriel is banished.) Feren informed.

"Edlennen?" (Banished?) Legolas asked in surprise and didn't look pleased on what he heard. Then he spoke to Feren in english. "You may tell my father: If there is no place for Tauriel, there is no place for me."

"Legolas. It is your King's command." Tauriel said.

"Naw aran nín, mal ú-gân innas nín." (Yes, he is my King. But he does not command my heart.) Legolas replied back to her in elvish. He turns and walks away from Feren. "I ride north. Will you come with me?"

"To where?" Tauriel asked.

"To Gundabad." Legolas answered.

Tauriel and Legolas ride out of the camp on Legolas's horse. After the two elves left, the Scoobies accompany the people of Esgaroth, carrying their possessions and stretchers with their sick and injured, begin the long trek around the lake and toward the Lonely Mountain.