I watch the Little Ones slip away through the trees and feel at peace with myself for the first time since I discovered what they carry.
My father will be furious, perhaps even angry enough to invoke the exteme penalty, but I know I have done the right thing. Even if my worst fears prove true and the Ring comes again into the hands of its master I will still have made the right choice.
If Gondor were falling into ruin and only I could save her by wielding the One Ring I would not do it. Better far to die clean than live to become that which we hate and have fought all these long years. There are some perils a Man can only flee.
I turn at last to make my slow way back through the tunnels to my Men. Ah, Boromir! my brother must have fooled himself into believing he'd mastered the Ring's power - as I did - whilst all the time it was slowly mastering him. Undermining his strength and twisting him to its will. Sam spoke true, the Ring drove my brother to madness. He never would have done such a thing in his right mind.
And yet - somehow he freed himself of its hold before the end and died clean of taint. The look of peace on his face as he lay lapped in light tells me as much. No doubt that is why the vision of his passing was vouchsafed to me - that I might know this for my comfort. May the Valar recieve his spirit!
Frodo fears for his companions and kin, and rightly for they must have been in mortal danger for Boromir to blow the Horn of Gondor. Yet it was not Orcs who arrayed him for burial, some of the Company yet live I deem. And if Aragorn son of Arathorn is among them what will he do now, where will he go?
Boromir wanted to bring him to Minas Tirith - was he wrong also in this? Just yesterday I would have said yes, now I wonder. The Kings of Old had great power. Was it not Isildur who vanquished Sauron at the end of the Second Age? even if his fault meant that defeat was not final. Yet who am I to censure him having come so close to committing the same folly? I have now a grim respect for the power of the Ring, and naught but sympathy for any Man caught in its toils.
Gondor fails as does the rule of the Stewards. My brother, proud and independent as he was, looked to Isildur's Heir to save us. But can he? The risk is very great - this is not the time for another Kin-Strife! Yet is not sending the One Ring into Mordor in the hands of a frail Halfling an even greater risk?
The time for cautious half measures has passed. In these dark and desperate days we must wager all on the long chance. That was ever Boromir's way not mine, how many times have I chided him for recklessness and been laughed at for my pains? Yet it could be his rashness will prove wiser in the end than my much vaunted prudence.
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