Characters/Pairing: Eärendil, Tuor
Disclaimer: Tolkien's the genius, not me.
It wasn’t like any knife Eärendil had ever seen before – blacker than the night sky, and with a blade sharper than steel could ever be. “Do not touch the blade,” Tuor warned, seeing Eärendil run his fingers over the carved wooden handle.
“What is it?”
“A stone, called obsidian.” Tuor set aside his book and leaned his arms on the table. “Used by the Green Elves, when they can get it. They don’t use steel like the Noldor.”
“Oh.” Eärendil regarded the knife again. “Where did you get it?”
Tuor sighed, suddenly sad. “Annael, my foster-father, gave it to me.”