Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26453572-20160531213146/@comment-26444332-20160607223202

Faenor appraises the blade with a critical eye, before smiling a bit and giving it back to Turatamo with a small shake of his head.

'It is truly a magnificent weapon, but I cannot accept. You see, I have my own sword already, and I would not give it up for any prize or riches,' Faenor says, tapping the back-curving black wooden grip of his curved Elven-blade with the palm of his hand. 'This is Ringil, the sword of Ice, weapon of the High King Fingolfin, most proud and valiant of the Elven-kings of old. I have borne it through the long ages, and it has become as much a part of me as I am to it.'

(This is Ringil, to my character. Note that in this the blade's edge faces right.)