It was a fine but overly cool winter evening for that time of year, late winter, and Boromir sat alone by himself off from the rest of the company of nine companions who listened with unquestioning respect to their new leader, who had led them since the death of their noble wizard, Gandalf the Grey, as he ignored the warning of Legolas Greenleaf, elf of Mirkwood, who thought he could sense evil.
“We should leave now,” said the steely jawed elf standing
with one foot resting on a rock, looking with concentration with his keen blue
eyes toward the forest of the western shore where no orcs were thought to be.
Aragorn, though normally a man of wisdom and strong action, chose this time to disregard the extra-sensory judgment of Legolas Greenleaf, and unwisely dismissed his suggestion with a straightforward “No.” He followed this strong negative with an explanation, “Orcs patrol the eastern shore. We must wait for the cover of darkness,” unsure of how thoroughly his charges understood the danger from the minions of the Dark Lord.
“It is not the eastern shore that worries me,” responded
Legolas, hiding his annoyance at having his senses so easily dismissed. “A
shadow and a threat has been growing in my mind,” he added elliptically, unwilling
to share his understanding if it would not be appreciated. “Something
draws near. I can feel
it,” he added hoping to make their leader, Aragorn, take his feeling seriously.
Meanwhile, sitting by himself alone near a rock face of grey
rock and leaning against his shield, Boromir only half listened to this
important exchange because his mind was on something else altogether. He watched the
small curly-haired blue-eyed halfling who carried the treasure he treasured and
desired above all else, the deceptively small gold circlet known as...the One
Ring. He desired this thing, this ring, with a fire that burned in his heart and
soul and in his mind’s eye. With it he could single handedly defeat the Power of
Darkness that was now spreading its evil shadow over the lands and win back the
kingdom of Gondor for his people who suffered terribly under the attacks of
the enemy, and for his
father, Denethor, Steward of Gondor.