Pipin had never heard her speak before, she spoke like most eves in flowing soft toung but hers was even more beautiful than the rest and it filled Pippin with a gentle soft feeling and he felt warm inside.
"That is a question you shan't know the answer to," she replied, almost too softly for him to hear. "Now that you have the solution, how will you reach it? Mt. Doom is a dangerous place and the road to it is even more so."
Boromir had been sitting quietly through the entire conversation, observing everyone. When he saw the Ring he felt almost like it was calling for him, for him to take it for his own. He didn't want it to be destroyed, for his father had told him to bring the ring to Gondor.
"Well I think one person should take the Ring to Mordor, and we have an army to accompany him. That way if he gets attacked, we could defend him. Great idea, right?"
"Mabye Arwen is right about Frodo carrying the RIng. But I got an idea. Why don't we all put our names in a hat. Whoever's name is drawn from the hat, is the one who carries the Ring!"