Challenge: Ironmongery; Hammer
Title: Reforged
Author: littlemouseno
Characters/Pairings: Elrond, Glorfindel
Rating: G
Book/Source: LOTR, vaguely movie-verse, or at least inspired by an image from Fellowship
Disclaimer: It's Tolkein's world, I'm just hanging out in it. :)
Overloading on Once Upon A Time drabbles; a LOTR marathon; and the premier of The Hobbit movie has put me wonderfully back in the mood for dabbling, so I'm doing a bit of catching up. Enjoy. : LJ still isn't playing nice, and won't allow a cut on this post. Sorry.
Reforged
The ring of hammer on steel carried clearly to the porch. A muted red glow lit up the space before Imladris's forge.
Elrond sighed deeply. So much uncertainty surrounding those he loved... So lost in thought was he that he did not notice the ellon behind him until a hand rested on his shoulder.
"He'll be all right, Elrond. You've taught him well."
"Have I?" Elrond asked, uncertainty lacing his words. "Is he really ready for this?"
"He must be," Glorfindel answered. "He is our last and best hope."
Far below, the smith emerged, and raised Anduril in salute.
Author: littlemouseno
Characters/Pairings: Elrond, Glorfindel
Rating: G
Book/Source: LOTR, vaguely movie-verse, or at least inspired by an image from Fellowship
Disclaimer: It's Tolkein's world, I'm just hanging out in it. :)
Overloading on Once Upon A Time drabbles; a LOTR marathon; and the premier of The Hobbit movie has put me wonderfully back in the mood for dabbling, so I'm doing a bit of catching up. Enjoy. : LJ still isn't playing nice, and won't allow a cut on this post. Sorry.
Reforged
The ring of hammer on steel carried clearly to the porch. A muted red glow lit up the space before Imladris's forge.
Elrond sighed deeply. So much uncertainty surrounding those he loved... So lost in thought was he that he did not notice the ellon behind him until a hand rested on his shoulder.
"He'll be all right, Elrond. You've taught him well."
"Have I?" Elrond asked, uncertainty lacing his words. "Is he really ready for this?"
"He must be," Glorfindel answered. "He is our last and best hope."
Far below, the smith emerged, and raised Anduril in salute.