The foothills of the mountains were horrible! I was so cold, I could barely do anything but walk and look down. The one time I did look up, it was just in time to see Frodo fall.
"Frodo!" I yelled. I ran, forgetting the cold. When I got there, Strider had already helped Frodo to stand. When Frodo started grabbing at his neck, I realized he was looking for the Ring. I spotted it about ten feet away. I started towards it, but Boromir got there first.
"It is such a small thing...for which you suffer so much fear and doubt," he said.
"Boromir!" Aragorn shouted, snapping both him and me into focus. "Give the Ring to Frodo."
"Of course," Boromir replied. "I care not." Before walking off, Boromir ruffled Frodo's hair like they had just shared a joke.
"What's up with him?" I asked as soon as Boromir was out of hearing range.
"He's acted like that since Rivendell, but I don't blame him," Strider said. "The Ring is...tempting...to most beings."