Hey Frodo, I’ve been mapping out a route to the third best rock formation on the Misty Mountains—just left turns, no GPS. How about we plot a safe path from the Shire to the Grey Havens together, using stars and a good old compass? I’ll bring the map, you bring the courage.

Alright, buddy! So, first we’ll start at the Old Willow Tree, then go left past the creek, keep that left forever, ignore any nice little roundabout that might try to trap you—those roundabouts are a menace! I’ll throw in a secret path that goes through a meadow of giant daisies, because who doesn’t like daisies, right? And we’ll finish at the cliff where the sea meets the sky—just keep your eyes on that horizon, and trust your gut, not your phone. Let's go!

Great, Frodo, let’s set off before the sun forgets where it’s supposed to be. First, we’ll leave the old willow, head straight for that stone pillar that looks like a broken tooth, then take a left turn exactly where the fox crosses the path—he always knows the right spot. From there, we’ll hug the riverbank, but never actually follow the river; the wind is our true guide. Keep that compass steady, and remember, the wind will lead us where the map says nothing—just a little chaos and a lot of laughs. Let's go!