Gúthwinë

Newly forged compared to whom it stands by, yet he who wields it has courage enough.  Battle-Friend, aptly named, its master will have to fight all his days.  It shines in the wild north plains and in the Hornburg, gleaming bright through caked blood of orcs uncounted.  Desperate odds and desperate men; it is raised alongside of Andúril and they flame together to drive back the horde.  A night unending, never resting, it sings with the battle-fury of the sons of Eorl as the wizard’s army surges again.  Soon victory for the Mark…and a race to the white city.