"And you as well." said Nenethiel. She followed her brother's gaze to the just-finished sword that lay on the table. She picked it up, "It's my newest sword," she said, her fingers tracing the intricate webbing of engraved silver that crawled up the blade. The hilt was of light blue glass and mithril. "I call it Elenmegil, Sword of the Stars."
Neurien's deep green eyes widened, "This is my favorite that you have ever made, sister. May I?" he asked, reaching for the beautiful weapon, taking it when his sister nodded. He laughed, "You made it to my hands." he noted.
Nenethiel shrugged, "It's not just your hands but mine and Legolas's as well. You know that."






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