The path winds alongside of the hill into what appears to be an old, untended garden. Weeds grow rampant through the garden, some of them getting nearly waist high. You see the occasional flash of color from a flower that refuses to be stifled. The residence of Bag End lies in the hill to the north of you, and a small window opens up from the home, overlooking the garden. A series of ramshackle sheds lie to the south.
The only obvious exit is east.