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exsiliumlogs2013-06-23 07:57 pm
heirwithouthope) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-06-23 07:57 pm
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Date & Time: Forward-dated to July 2nd.
Location: Room 706
Characters: Thorin Oakenshield (heirwithouthope) and Galadriel (inafadingcrown)
Summary: Based on this conversation.
Warnings: Gratuitous sword terminology and copious amounts of Middle Earth.
[Even after his arm healed and he could finally take off the gauntlet of bandages that the healers forced him to wear for a month, he still needs time to think about Galadriel’s request. It’s even further disrupted by the soldiers from the United Earth dropping explosive fire onto their heads, forcing many to flee for their lives. And it was far from a simple decision to make, on its own.
His mind did not change or sway with the passing of the seasons, especially when it came to decisions he made a long time ago for the benefit of his people. But it occurs to him that denying Galadriel help when she was only asking for the tools to protect her family, he was no better than Thranduil. He was turning himself against the ability to understand, and the feeling of helplessness and anger he felt back then. And the enemy here was a far different beast than the one they were used to. That much has been made crystal clear.
So a couple weeks after the bombing, Galadriel will find a long parcel on her doorstep wrapped in cloth and tagged by Thorin. Inside, is a two-handed, double-edged sword, forged in oil-hardened steel—meant for swinging and crushing through the heavy armor he knew the United Earth used. The sword is a total of six feet in length, though there is a ricasso at the base, flaring into a slight edge and tapering along the profile of the blade. It also has a fuller to help reduce its weight, making it much more graceful for an elf woman to wield. Two curving quillons make the crossguard, which angle towards the blade and mean to guard the hands. The grip is long and made of steel, but wrapped in black leather, for further protection and to match the scabbard that comes with the sword (he would make the sword belt once he knew Celebrian’s measurements).
Thorin gives it a full-length tang, meant to increase the force and resistance of the sword against the material it would cut through. The weight he adds to the handle also offsets the weight of the blade, making it much easier to manipulate, and making the sword more lithe and agile, overall. And all of this is tipped by a faceted pommel.
The sword is powerful, shines as brilliantly as a star, and to the untrained eye, anonymous in regards to the hands that made it. Nothing that could be seen, at least. He will explain this piece to Galadriel when he finally decides to meet with her, several hours later, with his typical dour expression.]
Location: Room 706
Characters: Thorin Oakenshield (
heirwithouthope) and Galadriel (inafadingcrown)Summary: Based on this conversation.
Warnings: Gratuitous sword terminology and copious amounts of Middle Earth.
[Even after his arm healed and he could finally take off the gauntlet of bandages that the healers forced him to wear for a month, he still needs time to think about Galadriel’s request. It’s even further disrupted by the soldiers from the United Earth dropping explosive fire onto their heads, forcing many to flee for their lives. And it was far from a simple decision to make, on its own.
His mind did not change or sway with the passing of the seasons, especially when it came to decisions he made a long time ago for the benefit of his people. But it occurs to him that denying Galadriel help when she was only asking for the tools to protect her family, he was no better than Thranduil. He was turning himself against the ability to understand, and the feeling of helplessness and anger he felt back then. And the enemy here was a far different beast than the one they were used to. That much has been made crystal clear.
So a couple weeks after the bombing, Galadriel will find a long parcel on her doorstep wrapped in cloth and tagged by Thorin. Inside, is a two-handed, double-edged sword, forged in oil-hardened steel—meant for swinging and crushing through the heavy armor he knew the United Earth used. The sword is a total of six feet in length, though there is a ricasso at the base, flaring into a slight edge and tapering along the profile of the blade. It also has a fuller to help reduce its weight, making it much more graceful for an elf woman to wield. Two curving quillons make the crossguard, which angle towards the blade and mean to guard the hands. The grip is long and made of steel, but wrapped in black leather, for further protection and to match the scabbard that comes with the sword (he would make the sword belt once he knew Celebrian’s measurements).
Thorin gives it a full-length tang, meant to increase the force and resistance of the sword against the material it would cut through. The weight he adds to the handle also offsets the weight of the blade, making it much easier to manipulate, and making the sword more lithe and agile, overall. And all of this is tipped by a faceted pommel.
The sword is powerful, shines as brilliantly as a star, and to the untrained eye, anonymous in regards to the hands that made it. Nothing that could be seen, at least. He will explain this piece to Galadriel when he finally decides to meet with her, several hours later, with his typical dour expression.]