A/N:Okay, you will finally find out about Frodo and Sam.
"What! You've seen Frodo?! Is he well? Where is he now? Does he still have the Ring? Is Sam with him? Is he headed for Mordor?" I cried out in a shocked voice.
"Brother," Boromir laughed out. "Should I answer your questions one at a time or attempt to answer them in the same manner you asked them?" He smiled playfully at me.
I could not find it in myself to reply with any other words. I simply was in shock. My brother had seen Frodo!
"I take that as one at a time. Very well, yes I have seen Frodo Baggins, the hobbit from the shire. He is quite well; well, as well as one can be in his situation. He should be headed towards Cirith Ungol, to climb the hidden stairs. He is still in possession of the ring. Sam, and a strange creature named Gollum, are accompanying him. And as I have already mentioned, he is headed for Mordor. Does that answer your questions? Or would you like a more in depth explanation?"
"But how came you upon him my brother!" I exclaimed. I do believe I was still in shock, Frodo and Sam were alive!
"Tis a long tale my brother. And one that I am not entirely proud of. None the less, it is one that you shall hear in full.
'On March 7 my men and I were camping outside of the Harad Road. At around one we were cooking some coneys over a fire when some of my men came to camp bearing three strange creatures. Two were, what we later learned, hobbits, and the third was Gollum. They refused to tell us what there business was so we bound them and carried us with them, intending to interrogate them later.
We ambushed the Haradrim later that day, killing a few hundred of there soldiers. We continued to Hennuth Annun, with our prisoners in tow, and spent the night in that cave. Upon arriving at the cave, the creature Gollum attempted to escape, but we detained him. I took the two hobbits, as I trusted them more to give me the truth, into a separate room and questioned them.
'They told me that they had set out from Rivendell with seven companions. One they had lost in Moria. Two were his kin, a Dwarf there was also. And an Elf and two Men. Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and Faramir of Gondor.
'You can imagine my surprise at hearing your name mentioned. I instantly deduced that they had come from the council that you went to.
'I informed them that I was your brother, and quizzed them on some minor details of you, all of which they answered correctly.
'At this point I inquired to the purpose of there mission, and I was told they were to destroy an object of immense power, and evil. The one Ring of Sauron.
'I withdrew myself from the chamber. I am ashamed to admit it, but I wanted that Ring. The desire for it became less when I left the room, but I still desired it. I summoned Anborn, Damrod, and Mablung, seeing as they were your men, I believed it only fair that they take part in my decision. We discussed the pros and cons for man hours, and finally came upon the only real solution. We must let them go. I did not trust myself with the ring so I had Damrod tell Frodo the news. We would send them off tomorrow, with provisions."
My brother stopped his tale and bowed his head before continuing in a quite voice. "That night I could find no rest. I could hear the Ring calling to me. I could not fight its summon." He stopped and looked at me with sorrowful eyes. "I went to Frodo, intending to steal the Ring my brother. Had he not cried out in fright when I went for it, I fear I would have stolen it. His cry awoke Damrod and he ran to the room to see what the matter was. Upon seeing me groping around Frodo's neck for the Ring, he subdued me and forced me from the room.
He questioned me on my actions and I was ashamed. I had Damrod wake Anborn and had the two of them prepare the Hobbits provisions for their journey. While they prepared the provisions I had Mablung ready the Hobbits for the journey. After an hour or so, everything was ready. And without further ado I sent the Hobbits onto Mordor that very night." My brother closed his eyes and whispered the last words. "I was not strong enough to resist its lure. I shudder to think what might have happened had Damrod not came."
"My brother, you did what most all men do when they see the Ring. The Ring was focusing all its power on calling you. Tis a truly, truly evil thing. It knew you had the power to save it from destruction." I leaned forward and laid my hand on my brother's shoulder. "You are not the only one to hear its voice in your head Boromir. I spent far longer in its presence, and I can still hear its call at night. I fear I should not have survived had it used all its powers against me."
I then leaped up at a sudden thought. "Where is my head?!" I cried, "Come Brother, we must tell Gandalf! You have seen Frodo; he shall be most overjoyed by such tidings!" I then dragged Boromir with me to the Wizard.
