Sapphire:
My eyes widened as I stared at the Ring in his open palm. I heard it whispering in my mind:
ssaappphiireee...ssappphhhirreee...vinnndyaaamiiirieeeell...
And I wondered what is was that made people want this stupid piece of metal.
"Shut up," I told it, and Frodo frowned," What?"
"Talking to the annoying Ring. It keeps whispering at me and its starting to get creepy," I said. "Please get that possessed piece of metal away from me."
"You feel no call from the Ring?" Aragorn asked and I shrugged, "I guess not."
Frodo seemed to seriously consider giving me the Ring, holding it old tentively, "Will you...take it to Mordor? I...I know I should not ask this of you...but..."
Now I knew he wasn't just testing my loyalty. He was actually offering it to me.
I reached out and Frodo and Aragorn flinched when my fingers touched the cool metal of the Ring. I lifted it up and peered at it in disgust. All the while it continued to whisper my name. Frodo trembled, trying to restrain himself from tackling me and taking the Ring back.
"Sapphire?" Frodo asked nervously. The Ring made me want to vomit. It was eviler than evil, how could Frodo stand to hold it for one second?! And how could Boromir possibly ever want to have this thing?! Holding it was literally making me woozy and nauseous, and suddenly my legs gave out and I toppled over. I vaguely remembered Aragorn lying me down and Frodo attempting to pry my clenched hand off the Ring, but my muscles were locked up.
Then I saw it. The Eye of Sauron.
It wasn't that terrifying, but my ears were being blasted by howling winds. The shapes of the Nazgul appeared nearby, and I tried to force my hand to let go of the Ring. Nothing worked.
Then the Eye of Sauron spoke in a menacing voice that would be hard to describe, "I see you. You cannot hide."
"I would try talking to you, but you probably can't hear me. Eyeballs don't exactly have ears. Or mouths. How are you talking anyway?" I said,
"I can see your deepest desires," The eyeball told me.
"Nice to know," I said, but I wondered if he was bluffing or not. It would be bad if he could actually see my deepest desires.
"I can sense your fear weak mortal," Sauron rumbled maliciously, his flaming eye spitting sparks.
"Yeah, yeah," I said, rolling my eyes. "And I can roll my EYES at you."
Suddenly the scenery changed. The flaming eye disappeared. I was looking down on myself...I was beautiful: I was an elf. And I was leaned back with my head on...Legolas' chest. The stars shone brightly overhead, illuminating the silvery undersides of the alternate elf-me looked up at Legolas as he stroked my hair and whispered, "Melleth nin, my star, my jewel...my mate."
I was staring in open-mouthed shock at the scene unraveling before me. Was this my deepest desire? To be an elf so I had a chance at Legolas loving me?
"This can be yours. Bring me the Ring and I will spare you and your friends. I can make him love you,"
I was sorely tempted.
Sorely tempted to stick the world's largest thumb tack into the Great Eye.
"I'm not falling for that! LIER!" I screamed. Sauron's eye flared , causing me substantial pain and then he rumbled, "Then you shall be slaughtered."
"Good luck with that!" I yelled, and Sauron released me from his grasp. Without even thinking, I threw the Ring away from me as hard as I could with a shriek. Aragorn's fast reflexes allowed him to catch it, but now the Ring was in his hand.
"Strider?" Frodo asked nervously when the Ranger paused while handing the Ring to Frodo. The man snapped out of it, closing Frodo's finger's around the ring.
"I would have gone with you to the end, into the very fires of Mordor," Aragorn said quietly.
"I know. Look after the others, especially Sam. He will not understand."
Aragorn stood abruptly, drawing his sword. Frodo drew Sting and saw that the blade was glowing.
"Go Frodo. Run. Run!" Aragorn yelled, getting ready to fight some uruk-hai.
Then I did something stupid.
Incredibly stupid.
I couldn't let Boromir die.
I just couldn't.
No...I had to.
But he didn't deserve to die!
I have to save him.
I can't!
I...I...
I raced after Frodo, knowing he would see Merry and Pippin on the way.
"Sapphire! Why are you following me?" Frodo demanded.
"Just trust me," I said, catching the hobbit's arm before he rolled down a hill.
There was growling and orc screams from behind us. We hid behind a tree and several Uruk-hai ran past.
"Psst! Frodo! Sapphire!" Merry whispered and I spotted them under some fallen tree trunks.
"Hide here! Quick! Come on!" Pippin hissed. Frodo, of course, did not budge, merely shaking his head sadly and giving me a little push, "Go Sapphire. Keep them safe for me."
I sighed, knowing that I would have to fail doing that on purpose. This was going to suck. I nodded anyways.
"What are they doin'?!" Pippin hissed as realization dawned on Merry, "He's leavin'" he whispered in shock.
Frodo gave me another push and Pippin burst out of the hole crying, "No!" Merry popped out after him, and the Uruk-hais spotted them. "Run Frodo! Go!" Merry whispered and Frodo nodded and raced off. I ducked behind some brush and watched as the hobbits taunted the Uruk-hai. I stealthily slipped between the trees to get to the rise that the Uruk-hai would shoot from. I hid in a bush and waited. Boromir arrived just in time to save the hobbits. He killed many more Uruk-hai than shown in the movie. He was surrounded by a pile of corpses. GEEZUM!
I spotted the Uruk-hai archer that would kill Boromir drawing a black arrow to his bow, and I froze. My mind raced but I couldn't make myself move.
To save or not to save?
Lauren would never forgive me if I let him die.
I would never forgive me if I let him die.
But what if saving him doomed Middle Earth?
What if it meant nothing because he would end up dying when Sauron took over because Faramir took the Ring from Frodo.
Maybe I could convince them to throw his horn in the river?
Maybe I could...make it appear he died and send him to Lothlorien to sit out the rest of the story.
I had to remind myself that I was part of this 'story'.
What to do?
To save or not to save?
I couldn't. I couldn't change the storyline.
I held back a sob as the Uruk-hai released the black poisoned arrow.