Old Swords
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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.]
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