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LOTR Pivotal Moment
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`Why are you so unfriendly? ' said Boromir. `I am a true man, neither thief nor tracker. I need | |
your Ring: that you know now; but I give you my word that I do not desire to keep it. Will you not | |
at least let me make trial of my plan? Lend me the Ring! ' | |
`No! no! ' cried Frodo. 'The Council laid it upon me to bear it.' | |
`It is by our own folly that the Enemy will defeat us,' cried Boromir. `How it angers me! Fool! | |
Obstinate fool! Running wilfully to death and ruining our cause. If any mortals have claim to theRing, it is the men of Númenor, and not Halflings. It is not yours save by unhappy chance. It might | |
have been mine. It should be mine. Give it to me! ' | |
Frodo did not answer, but moved away till the great flat stone stood between them. `Come, | |
come, my friend! ' said Boromir in a softer voice. 'Why not get rid of it? Why not be free of your | |
doubt and fear? You can lay the blame on me, if you will. You can say that I was too strong and | |
took it by force. For I am too strong for you, halfling,' he cried; and suddenly he sprang over the | |
stone and leaped at Frodo. His fair and pleasant face was hideously changed; a raging fire was in | |
his eyes. | |
Frodo dodged aside and again put the stone between them. There was only one thing he could | |
do: trembling he pulled out the Ring upon its chain and quickly slipped it on his finger, even as | |
Boromir sprang at him again. The Man gasped, stared for a moment amazed, and then ran wildly | |
about, seeking here and there among the rocks and trees. | |
'Miserable trickster!' he shouted. `Let me get my hands on you! Now I see your mind. You will | |
take the Ring to Sauron and sell us all. You have only waited your chance to leave us in the lurch. | |
Curse you and all halflings to death and darkness! ' Then, catching his foot on a stone, he fell | |
sprawling and lay upon his face. For a while he was as still as if his own curse had struck him | |
down; then suddenly he wept. | |
He rose and passed his hand over his eyes, dashing away the tears. 'What have I said? ' he cried. | |
`What have I done? Frodo, Frodo! ' he called. 'Come back! A madness took me, but it has passed. | |
Come back! ' | |
There was no answer. Frodo did not even hear his cries. He was already far away, leaping | |
blindly up the path to the hill-top. Terror and grief shook him, seeing in his thought the mad fierce | |
face of Boromir, and his burning eyes. | |
Soon he came out alone on the summit of Amon Hen, and halted, gasping for breath. He saw as | |
through a mist a wide flat circle, paved with mighty flags, and surrounded with a crumbling | |
battlement; and in the middle, set upon four carven pillars, was a high seat, reached by a stair of | |
many steps. Up he went and sat upon the ancient chair, feeling like a lost child that had clambered | |
upon the throne of mountain-kings. | |
At first he could see little. He seemed to be in a world of mist in which there were only | |
shadows: the Ring was upon him. Then here and there the mist gave way and he saw many visions: | |
small and clear as if they were under his eyes upon a table, and yet remote. There was no sound, | |
only bright living images. The world seemed to have shrunk and fallen silent. He was sitting upon | |
the Seat of Seeing, on Amon Hen, the Hill of the Eye of the Men of Númenor. Eastward he looked | |
into wide uncharted lands, nameless plains, and forests unexplored. Northward he looked, and the | |
Great River lay like a ribbon beneath him, and the Misty Mountains stood small and hard as broken | |
teeth. Westward he looked and saw the broad pastures of Rohan; and Orthanc, the pinnacle of | |
Isengard, like a black spike. Southward he looked, and below his very feet the Great River curled | |
like a toppling wave and plunged over the falls of Rauros into a foaming pit; a glimmering rainbow | |
played upon the fume. And Ethir Anduin he saw, the mighty delta of the River, and myriads of sea- | |
birds whirling like a white dust in the sun, and beneath them a green and silver sea, rippling in | |
endless lines. | |
But everywhere he looked he saw the signs of war. The Misty Mountains were crawling like | |
anthills: orcs were issuing out of a thousand holes. Under the boughs of Mirkwood there was | |
deadly strife of Elves and Men and fell beasts. The land of the Beornings was aflame; a cloud was | |
over Moria; smoke rose on the borders of Lórien. | |
Horsemen were galloping on the grass of Rohan; wolves poured from Isengard. From the havens | |
of Harad ships of war put out to sea; and out of the East Men were moving endlessly: swordsmen, | |
spearmen, bowmen upon horses, chariots of chieftains and laden wains. All the power of the Dark | |
Lord was in motion. Then turning south again he beheld Minas Tirith. Far away it seemed. and | |
beautiful: white-walled, many-towered, proud and fair upon its mountain-seat; its battlementsglittered with steel, and its turrets were bright with many banners. Hope leaped in his heart. But | |
against Minas Tirith was set another fortress, greater and more strong. Thither, eastward, unwilling | |
his eye was drawn. It passed the ruined bridges of Osgiliath, the grinning gates of Minas Morgul. | |
and the haunted Mountains, and it looked upon Gorgoroth, the valley of terror in the Land of | |
Mordor. Darkness lay there under the Sun. Fire glowed amid the smoke. Mount Doom was | |
burning, and a great reek rising. Then at last his gaze was held: wall upon wall, battlement upon | |
battlement, black, immeasurably strong, mountain of iron, gate of steel, tower of adamant, he saw | |
it: Barad-dûr, Fortress of Sauron. All hope left him. | |
And suddenly he felt the Eye. There was an eye in the Dark Tower that did not sleep. He knew | |
that it had become aware of his gaze. A fierce eager will was there. It leaped towards him; almost | |
like a finger he felt it, searching for him. Very soon it would nail him down, know just exactly | |
where he was. Amon Lhaw it touched. It glanced upon Tol Brandir he threw himself from the seat, | |
crouching, covering his head with his grey hood. | |
He heard himself crying out: _Never, never!_Or was it: _Verily I come, I come to you_? He | |
could not tell. Then as a flash from some other point of power there came to his mind another | |
thought: _Take it off! Take it off! Fool, take it off! Take off the Ring!_ | |
The two powers strove in him. For a moment, perfectly balanced between their piercing points, | |
he writhed, tormented. Suddenly he was aware of himself again. Frodo, neither the Voice nor the | |
Eye: free to choose, and with one remaining instant in which to do so. He took the Ring off his | |
finger. He was kneeling in clear sunlight before the high seat. A black shadow seemed to pass like | |
an arm above him; it missed Amon Hen and groped out west, and faded. Then all the sky was clean | |
and blue and birds sang in every tree. |
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