So, scratch what I said yesterday. Frodo DOES look to Minas Tirith, he just saves it for last. It is every bit the shining city of hope, but he finds his eyes drawn away, over the expanses of Mordor to Barad-dûr.
The dark tower is all the opposite of Minas Tirith, sucking the hope right out of Frodo. As he stares, he feels an eye gazing back at him, searching. Its gaze grows nearer, and Frodo feels two opposing forces vying within him. One tells him to take the ring off. The other commands him to surrender it to the forces of evil. Brought down in anguish, Frodo remembers his own power. He takes the ring off of his own free will, and decides that he must take it alone.
*EPIC DECISION MOMENT*
He walks back down the hill.
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I’m pretty sure Frodo just decided to break up with the
Fellowship Company, so I don’t even know what the point is anymore. I’m so lost, you guys.
Is there a picturesque way to describe such a moment of decision?
As he says this aloud to himself, Frodo takes the next huge step in the ring’s journey. This is probably the biggest thing plot-wise to happen since Frodo volunteered to take the ring in the first place back in Rivendell. And it’s a huge moment of character as well, showing that our plucky adventurer is starting to mature a bit.
The crux of the matter is that Frodo believes that everyone else will be better off with the ring out of reach. As evidenced by Boromir’s madness, the ring’s corrupting power is strong. Frodo rightly realizes that he will come under less pressure to give it up if he travels alone.
Proving this point, Freddie Mercury and David Bowie were under pressure when they worked together. Apparently, alone is the way to go.
I can’t say anything else that will be better than that. Have a good day.
“He went quickly down the path and came back to the lawn where…”