Renewed Shall Be Blade That Was Broken

Shards of Narsil, Sword of Elendil, lie in his hands.  Before him lies his task, forge anew the great sword. 

A great sword forged greater, he vows.

Red in the light of the sun, shall the blade shine. Cold bright in the light of the moon, shall it gleam. Hard and keen, will be its edge.

A device of the kings of old -- of the king to come -- he will engrave upon the blade.  Runes of protection and of power, he will trace last. 

The Sword of Elendil -- of Aragorn, son of Arathorn -- shall war again.

Oath sworn, he begins. 

1/27/2005

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A/N:  Written for the improvements challenge posted on LiveJournal's Tolkien_weekly community.