Beta: Erfan Starled
Word count: 100
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“Some would call it a mongrel, this Andúril of yours.” The Elvish smith examined his work with a critical eye. Despite his mastery, and the powerful runes traced on the blade, even a novice would be able to tell where new metal had been used to weld together the original pieces.
Aragorn chuckled grimly. “Some would say the same about its master. Few expect to find a future king in the guise of a weather-beaten Ranger.”
“Few expect a broken blade to be re-forged, however noble its heritage. Here, take it. Wield your bastard sword with pride, King of Men.”