Legolas turned to his ‘master’ and bowed low, as was custom in the Greenwood and Gondolin. He slowly held out the sword, placing it over both palms and offering it to his instructor.
“Master, I request your aid in wielding this sword, named Yaavan, that I may be worthy of it.”
Glorfindel looked down at it, unable to stop himself from gasping as he reached out, not quite touching the exquisite, polished metal. Legolas had explained the sword to him, at least as best he could, yet nothing could have prepared him for what lay in the lord’s hands.
“My Lord, this is – it is, magnificent! May I?” he asked.
Reaching for the pommel, he held the sword up in front of his face with both hands, eliciting stunned exclamations from their onlookers, for there, along the entire blade, were etched the words:
‘The Valar command you.’
“Oh, sweet Elbereth,” whispered Haldir.
Glorfindel continued to examine the sword with his eyes, and with a sharp intake of breath, he read the second inscription around the hilt, one only he could see.
‘Yavanna protects you’.
“I am honored to aid you in your task, my Lord. Do you submit to my command, in the ways of Gondolin?”
Inspired by Harvest, chapter 1 from Alpha Ori.
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