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Chapter 5- Treacherous Heart; Noble Heart
The look in his eye as he reached for the One Ring, was one Elrond would not soon forget. The hearts of men are weak; the drive for power great. Elrond knew this, but it was confirmed by the lustful look the Son of the Steward of Gondor gave the ring. Did he seek the One Ring for his own evil purposes? No. Elrond knew that to be true without even second-guessing himself. He sought the ring to protect his people. His Gondor. Though Boromir did not know it at the time, the one person who could protect the people of Gondor was sitting next to him. Foolish, foolish man.
Elrond cast an apprehensive look to Gandalf when Boromir stepped forward and announced that if it were the will of the council, then Gondor would see it done. The old wizard shot the Elvin Lord his own quizzical stare and raised an eyebrow in a, "This could be interesting" motion. Confirmed in that glance, was that neither the Elf nor the Wizard trusted the Man from Gondor.
Pain, fleeting, shot through Elrond's mind, dragging him from his thoughts. He looked down to see the wine glass shattered in his hand, tiny droplets of blood mixing with the residue of the wine. He, who feared nothing, was afraid. Boromir could not be trusted. Elrond felt, as sure as the sun would rise, that Boromir would betray the Fellowship. It was his hope, however, that Estel and Gandalf would see his treacherous heart before it led the Fellowship to an end.
Wiping away the blood, Elrond examined his hand, his mind lost in thought elsewhere. He did not believe that Boromir would actively betray the Fellowship, but the One Ring was tricky. It would use Boromir's passion for his land as fuel for it's own designs.
With a sigh, Elrond placed the remnants of the broken glass on the small reed table beside him. Standing, he poked at the fire with a metal rod. As the embers of the flame twirled above the fire, Elrond let his thoughts drift from the sadness he felt over Boromir's future betrayal, to the red- haired, crude Dwarf, Gimli, son of Gloin.
Gimli was crude; Elrond did not doubt that for one fleeting moment. But, the Elf mused, most Dwarves were. The Elvin King saw in Gimli the exact opposite of Boromir. Where Boromir's heart weighed heavy with grief, despair, and treachery, Gimli's heart still bore the honor and nobility Elrond had seen in many of the Dwarves of old.
Brash and ostentatious though he was, Gimli would serve the Fellowship well.if he and Legolas did not come to blows first. Gimli's noble heart would lead them far. He would not let any member of the Fellowship bear their burdens alone, not as long as there was still fight left in the old Dwarf.
Elrond smiled a bit at that thought, and returned to his seat.
Chapter 5- Treacherous Heart; Noble Heart
The look in his eye as he reached for the One Ring, was one Elrond would not soon forget. The hearts of men are weak; the drive for power great. Elrond knew this, but it was confirmed by the lustful look the Son of the Steward of Gondor gave the ring. Did he seek the One Ring for his own evil purposes? No. Elrond knew that to be true without even second-guessing himself. He sought the ring to protect his people. His Gondor. Though Boromir did not know it at the time, the one person who could protect the people of Gondor was sitting next to him. Foolish, foolish man.
Elrond cast an apprehensive look to Gandalf when Boromir stepped forward and announced that if it were the will of the council, then Gondor would see it done. The old wizard shot the Elvin Lord his own quizzical stare and raised an eyebrow in a, "This could be interesting" motion. Confirmed in that glance, was that neither the Elf nor the Wizard trusted the Man from Gondor.
Pain, fleeting, shot through Elrond's mind, dragging him from his thoughts. He looked down to see the wine glass shattered in his hand, tiny droplets of blood mixing with the residue of the wine. He, who feared nothing, was afraid. Boromir could not be trusted. Elrond felt, as sure as the sun would rise, that Boromir would betray the Fellowship. It was his hope, however, that Estel and Gandalf would see his treacherous heart before it led the Fellowship to an end.
Wiping away the blood, Elrond examined his hand, his mind lost in thought elsewhere. He did not believe that Boromir would actively betray the Fellowship, but the One Ring was tricky. It would use Boromir's passion for his land as fuel for it's own designs.
With a sigh, Elrond placed the remnants of the broken glass on the small reed table beside him. Standing, he poked at the fire with a metal rod. As the embers of the flame twirled above the fire, Elrond let his thoughts drift from the sadness he felt over Boromir's future betrayal, to the red- haired, crude Dwarf, Gimli, son of Gloin.
Gimli was crude; Elrond did not doubt that for one fleeting moment. But, the Elf mused, most Dwarves were. The Elvin King saw in Gimli the exact opposite of Boromir. Where Boromir's heart weighed heavy with grief, despair, and treachery, Gimli's heart still bore the honor and nobility Elrond had seen in many of the Dwarves of old.
Brash and ostentatious though he was, Gimli would serve the Fellowship well.if he and Legolas did not come to blows first. Gimli's noble heart would lead them far. He would not let any member of the Fellowship bear their burdens alone, not as long as there was still fight left in the old Dwarf.
Elrond smiled a bit at that thought, and returned to his seat.