After some consideration, you say "we'll take you with us."
"Good," he replies, "thank my wife for the stew, and we shall leave at once."
"What about your family?"
"I will meet up with them once again once we reach the borderlands."
"How did you--"
"The forest has many ears."
In fifteen minutes' time you are on your way down a path through the underbrush that you are sure was made by hobbits for hobbits and though the prince is happily bobbing along, you are having a spot of trouble.
After half an hour of walking, you come to a clearing. The prince sits down in the roots of a giant tree and begins to examine his shoes.
"We have arrived," declares the hobbit.
A strange whistling comes to your ears and suddenly you feel the air begin to move all around you... Suddenly you get a horrible feeling of foreboding...