The Fellowship had been traveling through the mountains for at least a day. The journey was hard, but everyone knew it would only get harder and they traveled closer to Mordor. Gandalf led the group with Merry and Pippin close behind. Sam was pulling their pony Bill along with Legolas and Gimli behind. Boromir stayed closer to Frodo who was in the back of the group along with Aragorn.

As Frodo struggled to walk through the snow, he fell back and rolled down the mountain to Aragorn's feet.

"Frodo!"

The Fellowship stopped as Aragorn helped Frodo up. Frodo reached around his neck finding the Ring had fallen off. Just a few feet ahead of him, the Ring laid in the snow. Boromir picked it up by its silver chain and held it in the sunlight mesmerized.

"Boromir", Aragorn said concerned.

"It is a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt…over so small a thing."

Boromir stared at the Ring as he heard a voice in his head.

"Take it! Think of the strength you'll wield! Think about your city! And your lovely maiden…"

Solatiri? Boromir thought. She wanted nothing to do with this Ring.

He looked at the Ring as its dark powers continued to tempt him.

"Such a little thing…"

"I love you, Boromir, son of Denethor", he heard Solatiri's voice in his head.

"Boromir!" Aragorn said loudly contributing his recapture of attention.

Boromir lowered the Ring from his gaze and looked at Aragorn.

"Give the Ring to Frodo."

He looked at Frodo wondering how such a small person could resist the power of the Ring. Its dark powers nearly made him want to deceive Solatiri and bring it to Gondor where it would do more damage than protection. Boromir held out the Ring as he stepped closer to Frodo. He wanted to be rid of it.

"As you wish", he said as Frodo grabbed the Ring and pulled it back. "I care not."

He ruffled Frodo's hair feeling thankful that he wouldn't hear those dark voices again. Boromir hauled his shield over his shoulder and continued on his way toward the rest of the group.

Boromir walked with his head down as he thought about Solatiri. What would she do if he was to become corrupted by the Ring? Would she cease to love him? He didn't want to find out.

"Good girl", Solatiri said as she patted her horse's head. "Good girl, Alandu. Now hold still and I'll get these cleaned up."

She looked at her horse who had sustained injuries from the Crebain, who eventually turned South to the Gap of Rohan. Solatiri looked around what used to be a campsite finding nothing but a used fire that was long since put out. The Fellowship must've left after spotting the Crebain.

Solatiri's horse neighed in pain as she presses a wet rag over the wounds. She knew this journey was dangerous from the start, but she felt she had no business endangering her own horse for it.

"Alandu", Solatiri said. "You and I have been together for many years, my friend. But I ask of you to return home."

She started untying her bags of food and her weapons from the saddle.

"I will not bring you any further than I will. It is time you and I went our separate ways."

Solatiri pulled the reigns off her horse and gently patted her neck.

"I will miss you, my friend."

She tied her weapons to her belt, picked up her bags and started up the mountains.