Well I went in to the only elven blacksmith in Minas Tirith and said: "Excuse me my dear lord. But could you make me a sword so marvelous that those I meet in combat, they throw themselves on my sword because of it´s beauty? A sword that is very similar to Glamdring and Narsil but better?" And he said: "My lord you cannot be serious! That is impossible...It is folly to even try!" And I replied: "No my lord Legolamb, it is not folly to try but folly to say against Eldarion son of Aragorn!"
The tall elf looked at me with wonder in his eyes. He then spoke: "Damn Eldar, it´s been to long!" and then he gave me big hug! I told him that I was going to Rivendell or some other place to restore the elven refugees. I explained that I needed a sword made from a numenorean or a noldor. But then he said: "But Eldar I am not of Noldorin bloodline! I am sindar!"nn[Edited on 5/4/2003 by Aulë]
Life's a piece of sheit, when you look at it
Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true
You'll see its all a show, people laughin as you go
Just remember that the last laugh is on you