I love when Boromir picks up the Ring on Caradhras. His fascination with the Ring and particularly how he is cut off from the rest of the world when he looks at the Ring is captivating, and the tension between him and Aragorn is wicked. The area on the mountain is very neat as well.
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Where is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? They have passed like rain on the mountains. Like wind in the meadow. The days have gone down in the west. Behind the hills, into shadow.
How did it come to this?
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