Boromir closed his eyes briefly and breathed through his nose while counting to ten to keep from bursting out angrily to stop yet another hobbit-inspired argument about food. Was that all those little people ever thought about – filling their bellies?
He'd agreed to go along with this futile venture only because it gave him companionship at least part of the way home. And it gave him time to consider whether it was in Gondor's best interests to let a sad-eyed Halfling remain in control of the long-lost weapon of the Enemy. Was it?
He knew what his father would say.