In Rivendell that day had been much talk.
Said Boromir: “One simply does not walk
Into such lands as Mordor. Perils vast
And dangerous about Mordor are cast
By Sauron: Minas Morgul, the Black Gate –
All those who go to Mordor tempt their fate:
They shall be taken, added to the slaves
In bondage. He’s a fool who such things braves.
Say he succeeds: and enters. Well, what then?
Mordor’s a home for orcs – hardly for men.
Inside are plains of ash and stone, they say.
Who knows for sure? There’s no going that way!”
The council hear his words. And they were true
Enough. But what else could their peoples do?
Entrust The Ring to Gondor? Boromir
Had urged this course: leading the wise to fear
The Ring’s corrupting influence would rear
Itself in Gondor. This ring was no toy:
The Ring was evil: they must it destroy.
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