The next early morning, everybody had managed to gain their well-needed rest before setting out on an expedition that could last for weeks, maybe months...or even years. There wasn't exactly any prediction as to when it may end, but all that mattered, was to accomplish the task at hand. The rations were packed, weapons were secure, and everyone was ready to depart at first light. The Fellowship containing thirteen members have bid their farewells, and they were on their way. As promised, Saeril kept her distance from the princess, Kili...and at a distance from everyone else. She was much too ashamed, having to become quite guilty for what happened the previous day. That being said, she trailed behind the entire group, having to be their eyes from the back, aside from Legolas, Tauriel, and Yavanna; the Elf Prince stayed close to the princess, as he had intended. 

After crossing through valleys, prairies, and hills, the group decided to rest at a spot near the Misty Mountains.