Characters: Elrond, Elros, Ereinion
Book/Source: Silm (loosely)
Disclaimer: Middle-Earth belongs to Tolkien, I'm just playing a bit with it for fun.
Note: Many thanks to shadowycat for looking this over! All remaining faults are my own.
Something small and dark glittered on the riverbank. Elros picked it up, marvelling at the glossy sheen and the regular shape.
“What's that? This can't be natural!”
“An Avari arrowhead,” Ereinion said dismissively, “rather primitive.”
“It looks wickedly sharp”, Elros commented, fingering it carefully. “Is this really stone?”
Elrond, having finally caught up, looked at Elros' find and nodded.
“Obsidian, I think. It's of volcanic origin -”
“Stop lecturing, brother,” Elros moaned. “I get it. Ai!”
“- and extremely sharp,” Elrond finished, digging in his pocket for something to bandage his brother's bleeding hand.