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Attention: These are the thoughts of Boromir when the ring is produced before the council of Elrond. Just some little thing I thought would be interesting.
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A Gift From Mordor
Death… Destruction…
My land in turmoil. All our hope is lost.
My people pay the ultimate price.
Dreams are shattered in the space of a breath as darkness seeps throughout Gondor…
Field soaked in blood…
We plant the bones of the dead rather than crops…
And all the while we are judged, looked down upon as the weakest race…
My eyes long used to the site of my fallen comrades…
My ears ring with the cries of the dying…
I would sell my soul for one chance to bring peace to my people, risk any fate to see the children of Gondor smile.
The ring…
With such a power I could bring them peace.
With such a gift new life could spring from the land.
The honor of Gondor could be restored.
Beat back the hand of fate…
Carve a new destiny from the ashes of war…
Peace… Bliss…
My people deserve that and more.
Hope… Love…
My soul aches to see such things returned to my people.
Dreams… Life…
All for the taking with the help of this ring.
I live to see such a day.
"It is a gift, a gift to the foes of Mordor."