For once, I was glad no one could see my spirit-like self floating around. It would have been just plain scary if Boromir was looking at me the way he was looking at Frodo.

Speaking of Frodo, I was lucky enough to find him just before Boromir did. I landed just as Boromir spotted him. He was kind of leaning against the head of a statue, which had fallen over long ago. He was just standing there.

"None of us should wander alone," said Boromir suddenly, making us both look over at him. He had firewood in his arms, and he bent to pick up another as he added, "You, least of all. So much depends on you."

He straightened and looked over at Frodo. "Frodo?"

Frodo looked away, and Boromir began to take steps closer.

"I know why you seek solitude," Boromir was saying. "You suffer. I see it day by day. You sure you do not suffer needlessly?" Frodo slowly looked up at him, looking strange in my eyes.

"There are other ways, Frodo," Boromir continued. "Other pathes that we might take."

No. Don't listen to him, Frodo, I thought.

"I know what you would say," Frodo told him. "It would seem like wisdom but for the warning in my heart."

"Warning?" Boromir questioned, stepping closer. "Against what?" Frodo moved away from him. "We're all afraid, Frodo," he said as Frodo continued to go around him, now backing away. "But to let that fear drive us to destroy what hope we have - don't you see that is madness?"

"There is no other way," Frodo said, stopping.

"I ask only for the strength to defend my people!" Boromir said angrily, throwing down his firewood. "If you would but led me the Ring," Boromir began, reaching out a gloved hand.

"No," Frodo said immediately, backing up again.

"Why do you recoil? I am no thief."

"You are not yourself."

I could see Boromir's patience run out. "What chance do you think you have?" he asked, taking menacing steps forward. "They will find you. They will take the Ring. And you will beg for death before the end!"

Frodo turned around and began to walk away, but Boromir was right behind him. "You fool!" he spat angrily, and began to stalk after him. Frodo turned and began walking backwards as Boromir got closer. "It is not yours save by unhappy chance!" Frodo began to run, but Boromir was faster. "It could have been mine." He tackled Frodo and tried to pin him down. "It should be mine! Give it to me! Give it to me!"

"No!" Frodo yelled, still struggling and kicking.

"Give it to me!"

"No!"

And then he disappeared from Boromir's sight, but I could see him. He was a blurred, faded shape. He kicked Boromir and then ran off into the forest, with me right behind him.

"I see your mind," Boromir spat wickedly behind us. "You will take the Ring to Sauron! You will betray us! You'll go to your death, and the death of us all! Curse you! Curse you, and all the halflings!"

I stopped listening and started trying to figure out where the small blurry figure in front of me was going. I tried to remember from the movie, but couldn't. Actually, I couldn't remember anything from the movie.

Strange.

"Frodo, I'm sorry!" I suddenly heard Boromir's voice yell. We ran up the stairs of some more ruins and Frodo hid. I'm not sure why, but he did. I just kind of stood there, not sure what to do.

Then he stood and looked over the thing he was hiding behind (some weird statue of sorts). I heard this weird weezing noise, like someone was having a hard time breathing and they needed to clear their throat. I would've been confused if I didn't suddenly realize what it was and become gripped with terror. As Frodo looked over the side I got some insight into what he was seeing.

We rushed across a barren wasteland to the bottom of a tall, black tower, the weezing noise getting louder the closer we got. Once at the base of the huge tower, we began racing up, and the weezing seemed to echo in my ears. Finally we came face-to-face with the huge, fiery Eye, and it seemed to roar rather loudly. My eyes widened and my head began to ache from the loud, strange noise.

It began to speak in another language, but my brain wasn't functioning enough to automatically translate it. Frodo backed away and then pulled the Ring off his finger, falling off the space, but I continued to stare at the Eye, its fiery gaze now fixed on me.

"There is no honor with them," said the voice in my head. "Only with me. Join me, Jenakin, and you will no longer have to hide all of your power."

"Frodo?" I heard Aragorn's voice say, and I snapped out of my trance, my vision disappearing. I all but flew down the stairs.

"It has taken Boromir," Frodo told him, a little out of breath.

"Where is the Ring?" he asked, coming closer.

"Stay away!" Frodo said suddenly, getting to his feet and backing away rather quickly.

"Frodo!" Aragorn called, sounding a little confused. "I swore to protect you."

"Can you protect me from yourself?" Frodo asked suddenly, and that made Aragorn stop.

Frodo looked down at his fist as he opened it, revealing the Ring. He looked back up at Aragorn, who was staring at it intently.

"Would you destroy it?" he asked him, almost begged him.

I could hear the Ring calling his name as he slowly stepped forward to Frodo. Calling in a whispering, yet yearning voice. It called his name again as he reached his hand out to it. Frodo looked up at him with pleading in his eyes, and I heard the Ring whisper something else. "Elessar." I wasn't sure what it meant or what it had to do with Aragorn, but it's not like I was going to ask. Aragorn got down on one knee and closed Frodo's hand, making it a fist once again. "I would have gone with you to the end," he told Frodo. "Into the very fires of Mordor." Aragorn pushed the Ring into Frodo's chest and released it.

"I know," Frodo told him, sounding tired. They stared at each other for a second. "Look after the others," he told Aragorn. "Especially Sam. He will not understand."

Aragorn looked as if he was about to nod and then his gaze angled downward, to Frodo's glowing sword.

Wait, what?

He stood, telling Frodo to go and backing up, pulling out his sword. Frodo pulled out Sting about halfway and saw the blue glow. He looked back up at Aragorn, looking scared.

"Run," Aragorn told him. "Run!" Frodo pushed Sting back into the scabbard and stumbled away, turning around and running when Aragorn began to walk towards them. Of course I followed him, just out of curiosity.

Uruk-Hai. About forty or fifty of them. I instantly wanted to bolt, but I followed Aragorn anyways, even though I knew I wouldn't be able to do anything.

Something in the back of my mind stopped me, telling me to go a different direction. The urge was so strong I couldn't ignore it, so I mentally prayed for Aragorn's safety and followed the instinct. I went to the woods, far from the sounds of battle, and to a platform of sorts. I went up to it and stood in the middle of it.

"The world has changed," said a gentle voice behind me, making me whirl around and face my mother's back. "I feel it in the water," she continued. "I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air."

My mother turned around to face me. "Middle-Earth is on the brink of destruction. The Eye of Sauron is fixed on both the Ring...." she met my eyes, "and you."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because you are more powerful than your sister  and I combined," she said, looking away and walking around me to the opposite side of the empty space. "You are more of a threat than even the ring-bearer, Frodo Baggins of the Shire. You can destroy the Eye without destroying the Ring." She turned to face me again. "You can change Middle-Earth forever. Or, you can destroy it. That is why he is so fixed on getting you to join him."

"Why would I want to destroy Middle-Earth?" I asked, thinking out loud. "I know that there is evil in it, and lots of it, but I could never destroy this beautiful world. Where I come from, places like this don't even exist. People kill each other with weapons more painful than a sword, they mess up the air, pollute the waters, kill the wildlife -"

"Yes, they do," my mother says, interrupting me mid-sentence. "But that is just the nature of Men.

"I have seen your world," she continues. "I know what crimes have been committed. I know how most deaths take place. I have seen the utter chaos of your world." Mother crosses over to me and takes my hands, which are shaking for some reason. "But I have also seen the good in it. The beauty. The love. Your world is a world worth saving, even if there is no magic or peace in it. This world's time will come, sooner or later. Let's just hope that it is not now."

And suddenly, I was awake.