Character: Finduilas and OC
Source: Pre-Ring War
Disclaimer: Tolkien created Middle-earth… Kortirion riffs on who Finduilas might have been.
The slender poniard she was handed felt heavy, but well-balanced, its knurled grip harsh against her soft palm. Finduilas had handled her brother’s swords before, but they’d felt unwieldy - hilts too long, slightly curved blades overly cumbersome. Her own preference had been a light bow, with which she’d become more than proficient… but that was killing at a distance… not that she’d aimed at anything but stuffed targets.
This rippling steel blade was razor-sharp… long enough to pierce the thickest clothing, slim enough to slide up between the ribs… this knife meant business.
Finduilas smiled grimly - it would do!
She took a firmer grip on the hilt, holding the knife as her brothers had taught her to grip a practise sword… thumb forward, fingers loosely curled to manipulate the blade easily.
She’d seen her father do this …‘twas easy… a small, deft stroke… changing a life into something other… if her brothers could - then why not she? Finduilas drew a breath.
“Do you swear fealty by your own blade?
She held the poniard above the bowed head.
“I vow, Lady”
Finduilas touched the woman’s shoulder.
“Rise with honour, Melleth, now bound, my sworn …bondswoman”
“Unto death, m’lady.”