Ignorance is Bliss (Envy)

It was not that the halflings never devoted any effort to preparation. They had organized their packs, cleaned their rusty weapons, and one of them, Samwise, had visited the kitchens several times to help plan provisions for the journey.

Sometimes one would look briefly at a map, or ask a question about the weather, or might there be any inns along the way?

Mostly, though, they told stories, and played jokes upon each other, and listened enraptured to the Elvish singing each night. The possibility of danger, or pain, or failure, never seemed to trouble their minds.

Boromir envied them.