Disclaimer: Tolkien, his story; Kortirion, her thoughts.
Notes: From the Concise O.D. – ‘of tried strength; impervious to penetration... able to resist or withstand damage or destruction...’
He was always my proof against the downpour of my father’s wrath, my shield against the petty troubles of childhood - he was there, standing feet apart, arms akimbo, defiant to the last.
I was his proof when arguing with Amah that he must have extra sword practise, rather than return to school-room lessons, ‘how can I defend my little brother if I haven’t mastered a feint and lunge yet?’ I remember the stubborn jut of his jaw and the scowl when reminded that that was her job.
I always thought him damage-proof... until I gazed down upon that broken blade.