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'Since you are less than courteous about it, we may yet withhold them,' begins Celeborn, only for Galadriel to step forward.

'You may recieve some valuables, to aid you on your paths.' she says, before turning to several Elves among the party, who produce light grey cloaks, giving one to each of the Fellowship.

'These are cloaks of the Galadhrim, to shield you from prying eyes. Whether among tree, rock, or bare ground, you may find them useful when you wish to hide from the servants of the Enemy.'

Faenor steps forward, presenting Arahaelon with a longsword of fine silvery steel, with a black wooden grip, bare steel cruciform pommel, and a swept guard. With it is a sheath, of black leather, and a steel vine design running down the side.

'This is Rúnando. It was forged long ago in Gondolin, for the goblin-wars. It is an heirloom of my house," Faenor says. "I gift it to you, that you might strike fear into the hearts of the hosts of Mordor. On the blade is writ in the script of Daeron, "I am Redeemer, the sword of Pale Fire, bane of Hell's Gate." It shall show a burning white light when the servants of the Enemy are close.'

p { margin-bottom: 0.1in; line-height: 120%; }a:link { }Faenor turns to Coaxotl, and presents a longbow.

'This is a bow of my people, strung with elven-hair, and carved from the wood of a Mallorn-tree. May it serve you well. It is longer and stouter than those of your kindred, or my Silvan kin to the north-east, and shall never break, warp, or crack.'

Faenor turns to Kumulk, and grudgingly presents him with a fine horn, wrought of silver and the horn of one of Araw's kine.

'This battle-horn," at this he sighs, "is also an heirloom of my house. It was winded first at the Battle of Dagorlad, in the War of the Last Alliance, and has served as a clarion call to those who oppose the Enemy. Wind it in time of need, and if help can come, it shall."

Faenor turns to Deximus, and thoughtfully considers him for a moment, before presenting a finely wrought spatha after the fashion of Atmora. The grip is of dark wood, while the blade itself is bright silver and the guard and pommel are finely wrought gold.

'This is Neleglos. Long ago, it was a sword of your kindred, forged by the Noldor for one of your kings. However, through the long years without count, it found it's way here. It seems fitting that it should be borne by you in your battles against the Enemy. On the blade is written in the elven-tongue of Eregion, "I am Neleglos, the White Fang, sharp in the hearts of the enemies of the King."