A Tool Reforged

[ThumperJack 927]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l7f-HvIKYzs

 

 

A lone figure stands atop one of the massive mountains overlooking Kal'Karaad, his fiery gaze watching the great gates as dwarves enter and leave. His beard freckled with snow, and his cloak billowing in the cold mountain air. A few dwarves below notice him, but do not say anything, for they notice, he is Doomforged.

 

Demagol continues staring off at the gates, his mind filled with the memory of those he's lost.

 

"..Virak..Hodir..Iban.."

 

Those three names seem to appear more than others, until they are all that stand in his mind, a tear falling from his dark face, and landing in the snow at his feet. He mutters

 

"Ye will be avenged, my brothehs. Ah promise ye t'is."

 

Then, something different finds it's way into his mind, a different, but familiar voice.

 

"..Rust can be removed.."

 

"..A Tool Reforged.."

 

Demagol's eyes widen, and he says to the cold air

 

"..T'e Tool 'as been reforged.."

 

"..Intu ah weapon."

 

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Demagol limps into the Doomforged Hall, immediately walking up to the Doom Forge, and sets to work.

 

 

And there he remains for several weeks, hardly eating, sleeping only when it is needed.

And there, he creates his blade, the darkened steel of the blade shining in the forge's light.

Demagol steps back from the forge, holding the sword in front of him.

 

"Ah shall call ye.."

 

He thinks for a moment, before coming with an idea.

 

"..Azmoroth'Nerroth.."

[James 425]

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