thinking about abax? but not certain.

[forgondor]

What hope can a warrior stripped of his sword find in this city? The evil that waits there is far too great. We are powerless against it!

But I will go.

If it may aid the others in some way, I will go.

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[marchwarden]

As long as you remember the worthiness of your charge, then you will overcome whatever evil that lurks.

[ A pause ]

Even the evil that resides within you.

[forgondor]

[He bristles.] I know not of what you speak.

[marchwarden]

Yet, you do. All Men possess such evil, although many claim they do not. This evil is your greed, mortal one.

All Men shows signs of it even though they may act nobler than most.

[forgondor]

[Boromir sees no reason to pretend he doesn't know what Haldir means. The subject troubles him so deeply he would find it difficult to do so, anyway.] I know what lies in the city, but I am still bound to protect Frodo. If this means protecting him from myself then so it shall be. I will not let that thing take hold of me again.

[marchwarden]

[ And so the truth is revealed from its thin veil made out of obscure words. The marchwarden would have it no other way but initially did hope to spare the man's pride. ]

Is that so, Son of Gondor? If so, I certainly hope you'll honor your creed and not your greed.

The fate of Middle-earth rests upon the shoulders of the Fellowship. Failure cannot be an option regardless of what Fate has designed for you.

[forgondor]

Fate? [He chuckles, brief and bitter.] My fate has befallen me already. I should not be here.

[He does have his own plans though. He will protect Frodo from afar as best he can and avoid the ring at all costs. He can't befall that madness again. Still, he asks:] What would you have me do?