AN: My computer exploded due to viruses and crap so don't yell at me for not updating in a while.
Slowly but surely the fellowship climbs the mountain path. Legolas and I have no difficulty with the snow and simply pass over it, which causes me to feel guilty for the rest of the fellowship who have to trudge through knee deep snow. We're not even to the top of the mountain! We'll soon have to carry the hobbits.
After a few moments, I heard a grunt and then what sounded like a body that was rolling. I turned around and saw that Frodo was rolling down the slope.
"Frodo!" Aragorn said as he caught Frodo and righted him onto his feet. I watched with concern as Frodo stood and then relaxed when he seemed alright. I saw his little hand rise to his neck and then his blue eyes filled with panic.
Boromir, who is standing a few feet from me, bends over to pick up something. With cold realization I realize it's the ring, and with my hand close to the hilt of my sword, I swiftly make my way over to Boromir.
"Boromir." Aragorn said quietly as my hand settled onto my swords hilt. Aragorn did the same thing as he looked towards me and nodded. I was the closest person to Boromir. If worst came to come, then I would have to be the one to stop Boromir from using the ring.
Boromir, however, did not seem to hear Aragorn's warning. "Boromir." I say cautiously, all the while avoiding looking directly at the ring. I already feel a slight pain from being so close to the ring.
Still, Boromir seemed oblivious to our warnings.
"It is a strange fate we should suffer so much fear and doubt… over so small a thing." He said softly, his eyes completely on the ring. "Such a little thing." He reached out with his gloved hand to touch the ring. Slowly, I begin to draw my sword.
"Boromir!" Aragorn yelled making Boromir look up quickly with a slightly confused look on his face. Boromir glanced over at me and then down at my partly drawn sword before looking back at Aragorn.
"Give the Ring to Frodo." Aragorn said menacingly as Boromir took another glance at me before slowly walking to Aragorn and Frodo.
"As you wish…" Boromir said as he held out the ring to Frodo. Frodo took it without hesitation and places it around his neck. "…I care not." Boromir said as he ruffled Frodo's hair in a joking manner before turning around and climbing up, and then passed me without a glance.
Aragorn and Frodo begin to walk past me, so I hurriedly follow.
"Would you have done it?" Aragorn whispers seriously, so that only I can hear. I know instantly that he's asking if I would have fought Boromir.
"Yes." I say without hesitation, and Aragorn nods in approval. "Good." He whispers before walking to join the rest of the group, leaving me and Frodo to walk alone in the back.
"Can anyone be trusted?..." Frodo mumbles quietly to himself, his brows furrowed in concentration. Though, my keen ears pick up the words.
"No, Master Hobbit. They cannot." Shock passes over the hobbits face as he looks at me, clearly he hadn't meant for me to hear his words.
"Not even you?" he asks, his eyes wide. I offer a rare smile at the innocent hobbit sadly.
"No my friend, not even me."
It has been a few hours since the ordeal with Boromir, and we were not faring much better.
A blizzard now threatened to push us of the side of the narrow, snowed in pathway, we were traversing.
Pippin shivers violently on my back, and I feel a pang of sympathy for the small hobbit. Long before the snow became to great for the hobbits to walk through on their own, so they had to be carried. Aragorn had Frodo and Sam and Boromir was carrying Merry and helping Gimli. Gandalf was ahead leading the way as always, with Legolas scouting ahead.
"Cuiva nwalca Carnirasse! nai yarvaxea rasselya!" (Wake up cruel Redhorn! May your horn be bloodstained!) "Do you hear that?" I shouted to Legolas, and he nodded.
"There is a foul voice on the air!" Legolas said as I held onto Pippin a little tighter.
"It's Saruman!" Gandalf yelled. There was an echo of the same voice in the air. Rocks and boulders started to fall from on top of the mountain. I threw Pippin and I out of harms way, and latched onto Boromir, pulling him out of the way of a rather large rock in the nick of time.
"He's trying to bring down the mountain! Gandalf, we must turn back!" Aragorn shouted over the wind. "No!" Gandalf said as he looked defiantly at Aragorn.
Pippin started to shiver again, so I quickly pulled him to the front of my body, and wrapped my cloak around his shoulders.
"Losto Caradhras, sedho, hodo, nuitho i 'ruith!" (Sleep, Caradhras, be still, lie still, hold your wrath!) Gandalf yelled into the howling gusts of snow. I closed my eyes as Gandalf's voice was drowned out my Saruman's evil one. Saruman was by far the stronger of the two powers, Sauron had given him some power.
"Cuiva nwalca Carnirasse; Nai yarvaxea rasselya; taltuva notto-carinnar!" (Wake up cruel Redhorn! May your bloodstained horn fall upon enemy heads!) I heard Saruman say as I noticed that the sky was darkening upon us. I curse myself for not having the strength to help Gandalf.
"Get Back!" I shout, just as lightning strikes the tip of the mountain and started an avalanche. Swathing us in snow.
Grabbing onto Pippin, I push him out of the snow before scrambling after him. I frantically look around for the rest of the fellowship, but calm as soon as I see they are alright, cold, but alright.
"We must get off the mountain! Make for the Gap of Rohan and take the west road to my city!" Boromir yelled, and I silently prayed we would not take that path. The last thing we needed was to put the ring in reach of those with weak wills.
"The Gap of Rohan takes us too close to Isengard!" Aragorn argues, and I let out a heavy sigh of relief. I jump slightly as Pippin places his freezing hands on my neck. I wrap my cloak tightly around his frozen form.
"If we cannot pass over the mountain, let us go under it. Let us go through the mines of Moria." Gimli said, and I couldn't really argue with his plan. We have few options.
"Let the Ring bearer decide." Gandalf said bleakly as my eyes widen before looking back at Frodo.
"We cannot stay here! This will be the death of the Hobbits!" Boromir yelled through the sound of the blizzard. Merry looked ghostly pale and was shivering about as much as Pippin
"Frodo?" Gandalf said as he looked over at Frodo.
"We will go through the mines." Frodo said with a uneasy look.
So be it." Gandalf said sadly as we turned back around and started down the path back to where we started before, and hopefully, better fortune.