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piosenniel · 05-02-2006, 02:43 PM

‘Maedhros' smith?’ Endamir looked puzzled at the greeting. ‘It sounds like the old fellow, but surely he cannot have survived all these years hiding out here beneath the fortress.’ He smiled in the darkness. ‘He did love his forge, though, didn’t he?’

His hand strayed to the sword he wore at his side. ‘Do you remember, Orëmir, when my blade was nicked badly in one of our skirmishes beyond the northern wall?’ Nelyafinwe wanted to make me a new blade, but I told him how our mother had designed the traceries and our father had forged them for us . . . and well, no other blade would do for me.’ Endamir laughed, recalling the arched look the smith had given him at first. ‘But the old fellow worked his magic on it, until none could tell the blade had ever had a fault.’

‘Come! Let’s go see him. Perhaps he has seen Malris and Tasa or at least can aid us in our search.’

Endamir approached the doorway lightly. ‘It is Endamir, here, son of Maltanië of Tirion the metals worker. I rode with Malris, who bears the great sword, Cirlach. You mended my blade for me once a long, long time ago. If it pleases, then yes . . . my companions and I would like to come in.’ He motioned for the others to follow.

05-02-2006, 02:43 PM	#256
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	‘Maedhros' smith?’ Endamir looked puzzled at the greeting. ‘It sounds like the old fellow, but surely he cannot have survived all these years hiding out here beneath the fortress.’ He smiled in the darkness. ‘He did love his forge, though, didn’t he?’ His hand strayed to the sword he wore at his side. ‘Do you remember, Orëmir, when my blade was nicked badly in one of our skirmishes beyond the northern wall?’ Nelyafinwe wanted to make me a new blade, but I told him how our mother had designed the traceries and our father had forged them for us . . . and well, no other blade would do for me.’ Endamir laughed, recalling the arched look the smith had given him at first. ‘But the old fellow worked his magic on it, until none could tell the blade had ever had a fault.’ ‘Come! Let’s go see him. Perhaps he has seen Malris and Tasa or at least can aid us in our search.’ Endamir approached the doorway lightly. ‘It is Endamir, here, son of Maltanië of Tirion the metals worker. I rode with Malris, who bears the great sword, Cirlach. You mended my blade for me once a long, long time ago. If it pleases, then yes . . . my companions and I would like to come in.’ He motioned for the others to follow. Last edited by piosenniel; 05-02-2006 at 03:14 PM.