"The shards of Narsil. Elendil's own, used by his son, Isildur, to cut the ring from Sauron's finger in revenge for the death of his father. It was once such a beautiful sword, now it lies in pieces in Rivendell, waiting for the right time and the right person for it to be re-made. For now it is kept lovingly, the edges still sharp... oh, it is not as sharp as I thought it would be. Come to think of it, it looks fairly nondescript as well."

"Actually, that isn’t Narsil, it's the sword I broke in practice this morning."