Old Swords

by Jay of Lasgalen
October 5, 2007
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Elrond took the sword, examining it carefully.  The blade was bright, untarnished even after its long sojourn in the trolls’ lair; the edge still sharp.  Runes were etched along its length.   He wrapped his hand around the jewelled hilt – it felt comfortable and oddly familiar; as if he had once wielded it long ago.

Visions assailed him – scenes of fire and destruction, a burning city and a mountain pass.  He shook his head, wondering where the images had come from, and bent to study the runes again.

Of course

“This was Glamdring, that the King of Gondolin once wore.”

 Author's Note:  A scene from The Hobbit, written for the Tolkien Weekly 'Swords' challenge.

 [Edit from Stories of Arda:  It was pointed out that it's not too clear what Elrond is seeing here.  He wasn't at the fall of Gondolin himself, of course - this is an inherited memory of what Tuor, Idril and Earendil saw as they fled Gondolin.  The King of Gondolin is his great grandfather.]