It was much too early to be awake, let alone being on the road. The sun was not even up yet, the world still in darkness when the small group had left the warmth, safety, and comfort of the Prancing Pony in Bree. The Hobbit knew they were to leave early, but had not been expecting it to be this bad! Pulling his cloak tighter around himself in an attempt to fend off the cool air as he plodded along after the men.<br/><br/>Isengar Took knew that some men weren't to be trusted, part of the reason why the Hobbits typically kept to themselves. Being as curious as he was, Isengar had probably had more encounters with the Big People than most of his clan. Now, as he followed the men to the elven home, his Hobbit nature was beginning to kick in. He was tired, hungry, cold, and longed for his own bed, a hot meal, and a warm fire to warm his feet by. Instead, he had been greeted only a few short hours after falling asleep with a pack, a few pieces of fruit, and the sound of men yelling to one another to remember this, that, and everything else.<br/><br/>It had been a few days of this, walking along the old road for the majority of the day, stopping around noon for lunch, than again later in the evening for supper and some sleep. Not once did the Hobbit remove his cloak, either too tired, or too cold to be bothered. When news reached him that they would be arriving in Rivendell the following morning, Isengar had a hard time falling asleep, despite how tired he was. He was going to see elves! An elven home! Something so far from, and so different from the Shire he had grown up in! It was as though a switch had been flipped. Suddenly the Hobbit was beyond excited and ready to just keep going. He could picture the faces of the other Hobbits, shaking their heads at his 'Tookish-ness' as they would say.<br/><br/>Morning couldn't have come fast enough, and the men whom Isengar had been travelling with were amused by the rush the Hobbit seemed to be in. Normally he would have begged for just a few more minutes of rest before starting the day's hike, but not today. Today their companion was rushing them! Prodding them to finish eating, to pack up faster, to get back on the road sooner.<br/><br/>Arriving in Rivendell, the Hobbit couldn't quite take it all in. It was so much more than he had imagined. The sounds of elven voices reached Isengar's ears, and even though he didn't know what they were saying, it was still music to his ears!