Lightning from the Sky! The White-Robed Wizard's Ranged Attack Arrives

The oppressive atmosphere brought on by the One Ring quickly dissipated only after Aragorn hung it back around Frodo's neck. Everyone in the Fellowship of the Ring secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Over the rest of the journey, the Fellowship's atmosphere returned to normal, becoming even more harmonious than before. It was a case of losing something only to gain something better.

After all, Boromir, who had always advocated using the One Ring, had been the most obvious destabilizing factor in the Fellowship. Gandalf, Aragorn, and Legolas formed a small circle of their own, while Gimli, though somewhat apart from them, had no real friendship with Boromir either.

Ever since Rivendell, Boromir had caused a subtle divide within the Fellowship. Fortunately, he had his wits about him. Once he noticed something was wrong, he immediately restrained his temperament and began taking the initiative to show goodwill. He even tried to win people over by teaching the Hobbits combat experience and the like. Sure enough, as Boromir changed, the atmosphere within the party gradually became more harmonious. Until this time, when Boromir picked up the fallen One Ring. This incident with the One Ring was indeed a test. If Boromir had lost his mind to its temptation, there would have been no need to cross Caradhras at all—the Fellowship would have had to fight Boromir to the death right there on the snowy mountain.

When Gandalf led the Fellowship of the Ring to Redhorn Pass on Caradhras, the sky, which had been clear and blue moments earlier, suddenly turned dark and overcast. Heavy snow drifted down from the gloomy heavens, while bright bolts of lightning darted wildly through the dense, heavy clouds like racing spirit serpents, setting off peals of muffled thunder. Amid the booming thunderclaps, chunks of snow, large