“It’s a gift.”
He said, and rose from his chair to continue.
“A gift to the foes of Mordor. Why not use this ring? Long has my father, the steward of Gondor, kept the forces of Mordor at bay. By the blood of our people are your lands kept safe! Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use it against him.”
So he was Boromir, son of the steward. Finally my endless lessons paid off, as I knew who he was. Though I did not agree with him.
“You cannot wield it. Non off us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master.”
The human from earlier said, interrupting Boromir.
“And what would a ranger know of this matter?”
Boromir bit at him. Legolas leapt to his feet, clearly offended. I wonder why, but stayed in my seat, keeping my distance. Surely this would end in an argument.
“He is no mere ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathron. You owe him your ligancy.”
Legolas bite right back. Now I understood why. He and the human were friends, as I recalled. I was not certain. At least I knew who Aragorn was, and his claim to the throne of Gondor. I looked a bit choked at the human. He did not look like a future king, but who were I to be the judge of that.
Boromir however were at bit more choked.
“Aragorn? This is Isildurs heir?”
He asked, still not believing Legolas’s words.
“And the heir to the throne of Gondor.”
Legolas continued. Aragorn looked uncomfortable, and quickly asked Legolas to sit down in Elvish. Legolas gave Boromir a last defiant stare, and then he sat down. He looked to his side at me, but I ignored him.
“Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king.”
Boromir said, but sat down back in his seat. Again Legolas looked at me, and I continued to ignore him. Our little unspoken-argument had caught Aragorn’s attention, as he looked at Legolas quite curious.
“Aragorn is right. We cannot use it.”
Gandalf finally said something, drawing Aragorn’s attention. Boromir was not satisfied with Gandalf’s answer, but said nothing. A dwarf moved impatiently, and jumped to his feet.
“What are we waiting for?”
He asked, before swinging his axe at full force against the ring. Surely the ring could not be undone that easily? And right I was, as the axe shattered on impact and send the dwarf falling back, cursing and swearing.