It began at the Council of Elrond and his first sighting of it. He was
amazed by the power of such as a small object. And from that first moment
he knew the ring must be his. Boromir wanted the ring, even though he
couldn't comprehend its awesome power. Besides, the ring was created with
Saurons' evil will and only Sauron can wield it.
"Boromir, the ring is not yours and it never will be. Frodo must take it and destroy it in the fires of Mount Doom. And if Frodo fails you won't have to worry about Gondor, considering Sauron will destroy it." Aragorn warned.
Boromir of course didn't listen to Aragorn. He seldom did, considering you don't need to listen to someone telling you something that is already known. So a few nights after leaving Rivendell, Boromir is faced with a choice, and his decision could result in the destruction of mankind.
"All I must do is wait for everyone to fall asleep. Also I must take first watch to ensure my success. How hard could it be?" Boromir thought with a smug confidence.
"So now it comes down to the same question. Who will take first watch?" Aragorn asked, looking at the face of all the members of the fellowship in turn.
Gandalf blew a smoke ring; Merry, Pippin, Sam and Frodo were suddenly very interested in their small provisions (small compared to a normal hobbit sized meal); Gimli started to sharpen his axe; Legolas was already in a tree scouting and to every ones surprise Boromir volunteered.
"I will gladly take first watch for the good of the mission. The ring bearer should have better protection than that of a mere ranger." Boromir proclaimed with a smirk.
"So far so good," he thought, "now Frodos' ring is as good as mine."
"Very well Boromir. If you truly believe you are better than I, you may take second watch as well. Good night." Aragorn replied, trying to keep his temper in good check. A few hours later everyone was asleep except Boromir and Legolas was nowhere to be seen, and therefore not a very great threat to his plan.
"I could do it now. They are all asleep and I am awake. Why not? If I kill him I will acquire the ring and be off. It seems so simple." Boromir ventured in thought.
"Yet, if I do this, almost all of middle-earth will be after me. Why do they all believe this puny halfling can do a job that not even the strongest man could accomplish? Killing him now would be almost merciful, nay, would be kinder than any other act."
Sam stirred in his sleep and Gimli murmured something in Dwarvish. Boromir then knew he must hurry. Kill Frodo quickly then race off to Gondor. There he would be welcomed by his people and his father would be very proud.
"Now, I must kill Frodo now. They will awaken late enough to ensure a god head start. I will have the ring and they will never catch me." He evilly thought.
Standing over Frodo in the moonlight, his sword raised above his head, Boromir whispered to the Hobbit before him.
"Goodnight and goodbye Frodo. Had we met in happier times we may have been friends."
With that he lowers his sword and gets ready to kill. Nothing can stop him, not this close to victory, not ever.
"Boromir, step away from the ring bearer now, or I will shoot you. And I never miss." Legolas advised.
"Never. I will have this, elf. Neither you nor anyone can stop me. The ring is mine by right. You tell me to back away because you want it for yourself." Growled Boromir turning towards Legolas.
"What's all this noise over? Can't a hobbit rest? Boromir, why are you here? And where is the ring?" Frodo inquired after waking up.
"It's all under control master hobbit, my control. Go back to sleep." Insisted Aragorn.
And now Boromir knew the ring will never belong to him. But that won't stop him from trying.
"Boromir, the ring is not yours and it never will be. Frodo must take it and destroy it in the fires of Mount Doom. And if Frodo fails you won't have to worry about Gondor, considering Sauron will destroy it." Aragorn warned.
Boromir of course didn't listen to Aragorn. He seldom did, considering you don't need to listen to someone telling you something that is already known. So a few nights after leaving Rivendell, Boromir is faced with a choice, and his decision could result in the destruction of mankind.
"All I must do is wait for everyone to fall asleep. Also I must take first watch to ensure my success. How hard could it be?" Boromir thought with a smug confidence.
"So now it comes down to the same question. Who will take first watch?" Aragorn asked, looking at the face of all the members of the fellowship in turn.
Gandalf blew a smoke ring; Merry, Pippin, Sam and Frodo were suddenly very interested in their small provisions (small compared to a normal hobbit sized meal); Gimli started to sharpen his axe; Legolas was already in a tree scouting and to every ones surprise Boromir volunteered.
"I will gladly take first watch for the good of the mission. The ring bearer should have better protection than that of a mere ranger." Boromir proclaimed with a smirk.
"So far so good," he thought, "now Frodos' ring is as good as mine."
"Very well Boromir. If you truly believe you are better than I, you may take second watch as well. Good night." Aragorn replied, trying to keep his temper in good check. A few hours later everyone was asleep except Boromir and Legolas was nowhere to be seen, and therefore not a very great threat to his plan.
"I could do it now. They are all asleep and I am awake. Why not? If I kill him I will acquire the ring and be off. It seems so simple." Boromir ventured in thought.
"Yet, if I do this, almost all of middle-earth will be after me. Why do they all believe this puny halfling can do a job that not even the strongest man could accomplish? Killing him now would be almost merciful, nay, would be kinder than any other act."
Sam stirred in his sleep and Gimli murmured something in Dwarvish. Boromir then knew he must hurry. Kill Frodo quickly then race off to Gondor. There he would be welcomed by his people and his father would be very proud.
"Now, I must kill Frodo now. They will awaken late enough to ensure a god head start. I will have the ring and they will never catch me." He evilly thought.
Standing over Frodo in the moonlight, his sword raised above his head, Boromir whispered to the Hobbit before him.
"Goodnight and goodbye Frodo. Had we met in happier times we may have been friends."
With that he lowers his sword and gets ready to kill. Nothing can stop him, not this close to victory, not ever.
"Boromir, step away from the ring bearer now, or I will shoot you. And I never miss." Legolas advised.
"Never. I will have this, elf. Neither you nor anyone can stop me. The ring is mine by right. You tell me to back away because you want it for yourself." Growled Boromir turning towards Legolas.
"What's all this noise over? Can't a hobbit rest? Boromir, why are you here? And where is the ring?" Frodo inquired after waking up.
"It's all under control master hobbit, my control. Go back to sleep." Insisted Aragorn.
And now Boromir knew the ring will never belong to him. But that won't stop him from trying.