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Prologue: The Legend of Narsil
0 reviewsTelchar the Dwarf smith forged Narsil; how did it come to Elendil?
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Who made me?
Telchar made me.
"Fire of Aulë, grant your power,
"He spoke the words that woke my light.
The smith's blow fell on flaming steel,
The blade of the Sun and the Moon.
Who blooded me?
Dior blooded me.
In the Thousand Caves in the last defense
Blood flowed red and hot
When Thingol's Heir slew Fëanor's son
With the blade of the Sun and the Moon.
Who saved me?
Elwing saved me.
From Doriath's ruin the Elven host fled;
Three treasures they bore from that place of death:
Fair Elwing, king's daughter; the bright Silmaril;
And the blade of the Sun and the Moon.
Who chose me?
Elros chose me.
To Westernesse he bore me, to the Land of Gift,
And when to darkness the kings fell
The Faithful Lords wielded me yet,
The blade of the Sun and the Moon.
Who lost me?
Elendil lost me.
In victory he fell and quenched my light.
His son cut the Ring from Sauron's hand
With the broken shard of my keen edge,
The blade of the Sun and the Moon.
Who cherished me?
Valandil cherished me.
From king to king I passed, from son to son,
When all other heirlooms were lost,
The promise of a kingdom remade,
The blade of the Sun and the Moon.
Who shall reforge me?
Who shall he be?
Who shall be the king restored?
Who shall lead the host of Men?
Who shall wield the flame of the West,
The blade of the Sun and the Moon?
Telchar made me.
"Fire of Aulë, grant your power,
"He spoke the words that woke my light.
The smith's blow fell on flaming steel,
The blade of the Sun and the Moon.
Who blooded me?
Dior blooded me.
In the Thousand Caves in the last defense
Blood flowed red and hot
When Thingol's Heir slew Fëanor's son
With the blade of the Sun and the Moon.
Who saved me?
Elwing saved me.
From Doriath's ruin the Elven host fled;
Three treasures they bore from that place of death:
Fair Elwing, king's daughter; the bright Silmaril;
And the blade of the Sun and the Moon.
Who chose me?
Elros chose me.
To Westernesse he bore me, to the Land of Gift,
And when to darkness the kings fell
The Faithful Lords wielded me yet,
The blade of the Sun and the Moon.
Who lost me?
Elendil lost me.
In victory he fell and quenched my light.
His son cut the Ring from Sauron's hand
With the broken shard of my keen edge,
The blade of the Sun and the Moon.
Who cherished me?
Valandil cherished me.
From king to king I passed, from son to son,
When all other heirlooms were lost,
The promise of a kingdom remade,
The blade of the Sun and the Moon.
Who shall reforge me?
Who shall he be?
Who shall be the king restored?
Who shall lead the host of Men?
Who shall wield the flame of the West,
The blade of the Sun and the Moon?
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