Needless to say, we got our butts out of Bree early the next morning.
Strider got us a pony to help carry stuff on our journey. Not that we all knew where we were going.
Apparently, the pony's name was Bill. What was I saying? Oh, yeah.
Frodo voiced the question on all of our minds: "Where are we going?"
"Into the wild," Strider said.
"How do we know this Strider is a friend of Gandalf?" Merry whispered to Frodo.
"I think a servant of the enemy would look fairer and feel fouler."
"He's foul enough!"
"We have no choice but to trust him."
Sam wasn't quite so quiet in asking, "But where is he leading us?"
"To Rivendell, Master Gamgee, to the House of Elrond."
"Did you hear that? Rivendell! We're going to see the elves!"