Character: Lord Elrond
Disclaimer: Blame Kortirion... not The Professor.
The elven-smiths laboured at Lord Elrond’s command. He himself oversaw the re-forging of the ancient blade, noted the steel’s patterns flow, harden, bind into a new force. Would this be enough...? He could not tell.
He’d known the tall warrior from childhood, known his forbearers, the tragedies and triumphs of their past actions. For all his doubts, he was their last hope, a scion of the failing Numenorean royal line, preserved by circuitous routes through history and marriage - would he prove equal to his task?
Elrond offered him his rightful sword.
"Behold, Boromir of Gondor - Take up your inheritance!"