The Lady of Light reached out, observing in minute detail the elven craftsmanship. Yes, this indeed was one of Wayland's working. She grasped the blade firmly, to weigh its balance, but the moment her hand touched it, a bright light flashed from it, and her Ring, Nenya, flared with light in kind. Galadriel was surprised, not having expected anything. It did not hurt, the light. It seemed to burn through her limbs to her very soul, clarifying her perceptions of everything around her. Insight, she thought. Albion was the sword of divination. She then wondered if it was Wayland who had crafted her Mirror.
She released the pommel, relinquishing the sword to Robin. She nodded, gravely. "My thanks, good sir. Bear it well, and may it bring you both protection and guidance."
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Date: 2007-03-03 04:27 am (UTC)The Lady of Light reached out, observing in minute detail the elven craftsmanship. Yes, this indeed was one of Wayland's working. She grasped the blade firmly, to weigh its balance, but the moment her hand touched it, a bright light flashed from it, and her Ring, Nenya, flared with light in kind. Galadriel was surprised, not having expected anything. It did not hurt, the light. It seemed to burn through her limbs to her very soul, clarifying her perceptions of everything around her. Insight, she thought. Albion was the sword of divination. She then wondered if it was Wayland who had crafted her Mirror.
She released the pommel, relinquishing the sword to Robin. She nodded, gravely. "My thanks, good sir. Bear it well, and may it bring you both protection and guidance."