Book/Source: Tolkien in general
Disclaimer: I don’t own Middle-earth, however much I’d like to live there.
Daeron lounged in the shade of a tree and watched the older campers eagerly prepare for their next activity. They called it fencing, having taken the art of swordplay and turned it into a sport.
Not that Men needed swords to defend themselves anymore, he reflected. Or bows, for that matter. Morgoth and Sauron were no more, but their influence lived still in the hundreds of ways Men found to take each other’s lives.
Sometimes he wondered what kept him on these shores. But then he would see a child with Lúthien’s starry eyes, and couldn’t bring himself to leave.