In the morning old Bilbo gives both his old sword Sting and his mithril mail-shirt to Frodo who, he asserts, will be in much greater need of them than he. Each member of the party bears a sword, save Gimli and his dwarven axe; they carry much of their own luggage in packs save that which can be laden upon the pony they brought from Bree. The quiet of their evening departure above the roaring brook is broken only by Boromir's winding of his horn, always his custom upon starting a journey. After receiving their charge from Elrond they walk south as the night falls, out of Rivendell and into the Wild.
For two weeks the Company of the Ring, having left Rivendell on the twenty-fifth of Foreyule, struggles southward beneath a chilly grey sky which blows cold off the peaks of the Misty Mountains to the east. To avoid attention they journey chiefly at night and sleep as best they can through the middle of the day. Aragorn leads them as they pass through the desolate lands between the Bruinen and Mountians.