Yarehtar

"Yarehtar!" He is fully himself again.

'As they drew nearer to the company of Caranthir, Forodhir fell at the side of Estarfin, a spear head of one of the Easterlings embedded in his side. At that moment, what little restraint remained to Estarfin broke forever. He screamed an Oath that he would never forgive the treachery of men, and dived into the nearest group of Men, all of whom had thrown down their arms in the face of the might of Caranthir and his Captains. He did not stop until all about him were dead or dying, his eyes wide but unseeing. He saw then that Caranthir himself had come near, two of his Captains supporting him as he limped away from the field. Estarfin moved to Caranthir’s side, and none dared to rebuke him. Seeing the blood-drenched Elf before him, Caranthir relented of his previous judgement. "Stained with the blood of the guilty and the innocent alike you are. Therefore I name thee Yarehtar, The Bloody Spear. You are not Noldor, you are not a warrior, you are an instrument of vengeance only. May Eru show mercy to any kin that stand against you, for you shall not." ' (From Estarfin's Profile )

He had once carried a sword. That was his weapon throughout the time we were in Thargelion. A very good sword, of course, and he was skilled in its use. I knew he could fight well, but I did not know then what he was capable of. 

It took the Dagor Bragollach for him to acquire his true weapon from Barad Aithel, and the Nirnaeth Arnoediad for him to acquire the epesse 'Yarehtar' The Bloody Spear, from Prince Caranthir. 

It was his treasured weapon of choice throughout the Ages, until it slipped from his hands when he fell in the Hithaeglir. He was broken then, and for a time I knew not if he would ever recover. But his spirit is strong. His body healed of terrible wounds, and he took up a sword that he might fight at need.

Something always seemed slightly missing to me. Something yet unhealed. And then, today, he forged himself a new weapon to use against those who had attacked our home. 

When it was finished, he brought it to show me, permitted me to hold it to examine the quality of his work. It was as near identical in appearance and weight as the one he had lost.

A spear, a weapon of war. 

Those Men could not begin to understand what they had started. If they wanted a war with us, they would have one.

Yarehtar had returned!