The next couple of days consisted of getting ready for the journey. And of trying to keep my temper. Boromir was being taken over by the ring and would scowl, sulk and go off somewhere for hours on end. He would often argue with me or Aragorn about me staying and not continuing on.

"Enough, Boromir, this is not your decision to make." Aragorn was trying very hard not to raise his voice and it was barely working. None of us could blame him though. I think everyone was just about ready to shout at Boromir.

"Your judgment is clouded! What can she do that will help us? She knows how to fight yes, but we do not need to put her in danger when we can do anything she can!"

Boromir didn't know that I had just walked up behind the arguing pair, otherwise he may have said something even meaner. He probably hated Aragorn just as much as he hated me at the moment. He would have mood swings every five minutes so it was hard to tell.

"Ariana's coming because she wants to help," Sam piped up. Good old Sam, you could always count on him. He was right, too. I did want to help. But Boromir's judgment was too clouded by the ring to see that.

From what I could tell, and from what the hobbits had told me, Boromir was rapidly loosing touch with reality and going further into the dark places of his own mind. Frodo had been trying to avoid him at first, but that was made much easier after the ball when Boromir seemed to disappear for hours and only returning for sleep.

"She hardly of age! None of us can guarentee that we will make it back alive! Why should we risk her life?"

"You aren't risking my life, i'm risking my own." I sat next to Merry and Pippin who were playing some kind of card game, but I couldn't figure out what it was. There was a heap of coins between them and from the looks of it Pippin was winning quite a bit from Merry.

"And you think that will make all the difference? You seem to know more then what your saying." Boromir spoke in a low, threatening voice.

"I hope I can make a difference. And that's the main thing, isn't it? As long as there's still hope, you always have a chance." Frodo caught my eye and smiled. At least one person was on my side.

And it was Frodo, who had great sway over the Fellowship even though Aragorn had become our leader through some sort of unspoken agreement. Well, except for Boromir maybe. He didn't seem to be agreeing to anything lately.

I then scowled at Boromir and said, "I may know some thing you don't Boromir of Gondor, and one of those things is to never loose hope. You should try it some time."

He snarled, baring his teeth and stalked off. I sighed sadly and rubbed my temple, "He's as pleasant as an Ork. Only he smells better."

I heard an amused snort from Gimli and he said, "How are we going to get anything done when he's fighting with you all the time?"

I snorted, leaning back enough that my back cracked, "He's snarling and fighting with anything that breaths. And i'm about ready to gag him."

Aragorn gave me a look and I sighed, "Alright I won't. But it's still an option."

I leaned further back and fell with a thumb to the ground. Closing my eyes I asked, "When do we leave?"

"In two days."

I saluted from my spot and flipped so that I was off the log and stood, "Well then, i'm off to hassle Haldir a bit more before we leave."

I heard another amused snort from Gimli and hid a grin as I searched for the March Warden, secretly worried about Boromir.