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Orcrist
Legacy Name: Orcrist

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Owner: ~~FLUX~~

Age: 16 years, 7 months, 1 week

Born: August 7th, 2009

Adopted: 16 years, 7 months, 1 week ago (Legacy)

Adopted: August 7th, 2009 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 1,925
Strength: 3,534
Defense: 2,866
Speed: 2,862
Health: 3,894
HP: 3,843/3,894
Intelligence: 2,274
Books Read: 838
Food Eaten: 3
Job: Agent

His name was Orcrist and he was born in Gondolin. Forged by the elves alongside his mate Glamdring. Together they were The Biter and The Beater, The Goblin Cleaver and The Foe Hammer.

He was wielded by elf lords in many battles, dealing death just as fiercely as his mate - who was beautiful enough to be worthy of King Turgon. He clashed with many races; goblins, orcs, wargs, and many others, including the fearsome Balrog.

He enjoyed being wielded by elves, the purity of their soul and the fierceness of their swing always reminded him of his birthplace and those that forged him. A sword does not carry many memories, or much spirit, until they are absorbed by the events around them. Of his early days all he can remember is the sense of danger and the shine he gave off to warn his owner, preserving his own life as well as the elves.

However, after Gondolin's fall, his life took a turn for the worse. He was removed from the city along with his mate, taken by the foul beasts he had been created to destroy. The foul stench of their skin and the darkness of their souls were torture to him. After some time he was captured again, this time by trolls. Not much better than Orcs in his opinion but at least they did not attempt to wield him.

Instead he rotted in various caves for many a year.

Until one day, he sensed brighter souls venturing into the cave. This roused him from his daze and he realised that the dark blights on the forest were now gone, the trolls had been slain. He felt hope for the first time in an age.

This hope was slightly dampened as he was picked up by a most unexpected creature, a dwarf! He was rather indignant that his mate had found such an excellent wielder in the wizard Mithrandir and he was stuck with a rival of his creators. At first he did not deem this dwarf worthy to own him, king or not.

Over time he began to see that his assessment was very, very wrong. This dwarf had as much courage, loyalty and fierceness as any king of the elves. He sung as he was slashed through the air into his enemies throats once again, tearing into skin even fiercer than the wildest Wargs.

And when Thorin was laid to rest after fulfilling his greatest wish, Orcrist was laid down with him. He had always dreaded a burial, to be locked away in earth forever was so unlike the sprawling forests and valleys of the elves and their eternal natures. Though as he was laid he found himself thinking that perhaps, this was a king that deserved protection even in death. This king, despite his first thought, was worthy.

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