Disclaimer: Gondor belongs to the king...I mean Tolkien.
Author's Note: A tricksy metaphor gets the better of our hero. Well, he's my hero, at any rate.
Seek for the sword that was broken.
I have found it, but to what end? It is nothing but a broken heirloom. Shattered steel cannot save Gondor. This is a fool’s errand, and I am no fool. The dream was a folly. What should I do, wield these shards into battle, imagining them a shining blade?
Why does he watch me so? What is his purpose here? He is no elf, this keen-eyed wanderer.
Time is wasted here. For a foolish dream I came to see a broken sword. I have seen it. No mere blade can aid us now.