Vanimar

The sound of the hammer striking the hot metal rang from the walls of the forge. I wiped my sleeve across my brow, smearing soot across my features no doubt, but keeping the sweat from my eyes. As I looked down at the anvil, I felt the familiar uncertainty at the quality of the work. I smiled indulgently to myself, for there were no others within the forge at such a late hour to witness it. I had worked metals since Caranthir himself walked this Middle Earth, but still I doubted myself. Picking up the blade with the forceps, I quenched it for a final time.

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Continued from Reunion.

Continued from Manhandled,  Folly and Fury, Sword and Stone, Black Ice, Deep Thoughts, The Speech, 

Continued from: The Speech

Veryacano raised an eyebrow. Perhaps he was amused with Parnard's speech but he kept an indifferent expression and did not refrain from replying with a speech of his own. He adjusted his sitting posture and began with a serious voice:

Continued from following stories:

Manhandled, Folly and Fury, Sword and Stone, Black Ice