The Sword that was Broken
“Seek for the Sword that was broken;
In Imladris it dwells;
There shall be counsels taken
Stronger than Morgul spells.
There shall be shown a token,
That Doom is near at hand,
For Isildur’s Bane shall waken,
And the Halflings forth shall stand.”
The words of Boromir, man of Gondor, spoken during the great council
signaled an end to the waiting for my fellow craftsmen and myself. A
waiting that has lasted an age.
Long had the methods and procedures to be used in the reforging of the
sword of Elendil been debated among those of us who held to the waning
belief that the Men of the West would arise once more.
For many lifetimes among men, the heirs of Elendil have been succored
in Imladris. And time had seen their dwindling. There were many that
said their star had set. That it was futile to hold to the hope that
they would rise again.
For elves, time flows differently and there are those among us still
who know the circumstances of the shattering of that great sword as
more than mere legend. Never again will such a host of men and elves be
assembled. Both our races suffered grievous losses to win the day, but
without the might of men the besieging of Mordor would not have been
possible. And it was a man who cut the Ring from the Dark Lord’s hand
and vanquished him. Thus my fellow craftsmen and I have lingered upon
these shores when so many of our kindred have departed for the West.
Waiting for the time when we would give one last payment to the
memories of our valiant comrades in arms.
Now, the time has arrived. The shards have been carried to the forge.
The blade will shine once more with the light of the sun and the moon
and go to battle upon the marches of Mordor. The heir of Isildur shall
wield it and as the little hobbit has written,
“A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken;
the crownless again shall be King.”