Chapter 17 - Rivendell

*Chapter Fifteen: Exploring Rivendell**Rivendell was a realm of peace, beauty, and timeless grace, and Taranis found himself entranced by its wonders. As he strolled through the lush gardens and intricate walkways, he felt the weight of his travels slowly lift from his shoulders. The air was crisp and sweet, infused with the scent of blooming flowers and the soft sound of water cascading from nearby streams.Taranis's curiosity led him to wander further into the valley, where he spotted a young man practicing with a sword. The swordsman moved with purpose, his strikes precise, each motion flowing into the next. Taranis couldn't help but admire the skill."Not bad," Taranis called out as he approached. "But you might gain more control if you adjust your grip a bit."The young man turned, surprised but amused. "Who are you to give advice?" he asked, a smirk on his lips."Taranis Storm," he replied, flashing a grin. "And I can tell a good swordplay when I see one. I'm impressed.""I'm Aragorn," the young man said, nodding in acknowledgment. "I suppose I could use some pointers from a fellow swordsman.""Let's see what you've got," Taranis said, stepping into a stance. "A friendly sparring match could be fun."As they began to spar, Taranis found Aragorn to be skilled, his instincts sharp and movements fluid. They traded blows and strategies, their swords clashing as they engaged in a spirited exchange.After a few minutes, Aragorn paused, breathing heavily but smiling. "You're better than you let on, Taranis."Taranis chuckled, feeling the rush of adrenaline. "And you're quite formidable yourself, Aragorn. You've got potential."Their training was soon interrupted by a melodic voice that floated through the air like a gentle breeze. "It seems Rivendell's guests have found camaraderie in their training."Taranis turned to see a striking Elf-maiden approach, her dark hair flowing elegantly. There was a quiet strength in her presence that commanded attention."Lady Arwen," Aragorn said with a respectful nod.Taranis followed suit. "A pleasure to meet you, Lady Arwen. Rivendell is even more beautiful in person than I imagined."Arwen smiled, her gaze warm and inviting. "Thank you, Taranis. This valley is a sanctuary for many, and I'm glad to see our visitors finding peace here."Taranis caught her eye as she glanced at his sword. "I see you carry *Anguirel*. It is a powerful blade, though I suspect you already know that.""I do," Taranis replied, his hand resting on the hilt. "I found it among the troll hoard we encountered. It feels... different, like it has a purpose beyond just being a weapon."Arwen nodded, her expression thoughtful. "Perhaps my father could provide you with more insight. He knows much of the ancient blades and their histories."---**Inside Elrond's Hall**Taranis followed Arwen, Aragorn, and the rest of the Company into Elrond's grand hall. The air was filled with an aura of wisdom and history, and Taranis felt a thrill of anticipation as they approached Elrond.Elrond welcomed them with a nod, his wise eyes assessing the gathered heroes. "You come bearing ancient weapons," he said, glancing at the swords.He took *Glamdring* from Gandalf, examining it with a reverent touch. "This is *Glamdring*, the Foe-hammer, once wielded by the High King of Gondolin. A blade that has struck down many foes."Gandalf nodded in appreciation. "It's a fitting weapon for our journey ahead."Next, Elrond turned to Thorin's sword, *Orcrist*. "And this," he said, "is *Orcrist*, the Goblin-cleaver. It has a storied history, forged by the Elves, yet wielded by brave Dwarves against the darkness."Thorin shifted uncomfortably, not entirely pleased with the Elvish origins of his sword. "I will make it my own," he declared, though his tone held a hint of reluctance.Elrond's gaze fell on Taranis's sword, *Anguirel*, and he stepped forward, his expression serious. "Ah, *Anguirel*. The Iron of the Star," he began, recognizing its significance. "This sword has a dark history. It was forged by Eöl, the Dark Elf, and later wielded by his son Maeglin, who betrayed Gondolin in its hour of need. This blade has seen both valor and treachery, and it carries with it the weight of its past."Taranis felt a mix of pride and unease as Elrond spoke. "I knew its name but not its full history. What does that mean for me?"Elrond continued, his tone grave. "*Anguirel* can enhance your abilities, but it is also a reminder of the fine line between heroism and betrayal. You must wield it wisely, lest you succumb to the darkness that once tainted its legacy."Taranis nodded solemnly. "Then I will honor its legacy by using it for good. I'll not let its past define my path.""Wise words," Elrond said, a faint smile breaking through his solemn demeanor. "Then may it serve you well, Taranis."After the introductions and explanations, Taranis left the hall feeling invigorated yet contemplative. Aragorn clapped him on the shoulder. "You hold quite the legacy there, Taranis.""Thanks, but it's just a sword," Taranis replied, trying to downplay it. "What about you? Any legendary weapons on your horizon?"Aragorn chuckled. "I'll make do with my own skills for now. Perhaps one day, I'll find a blade that suits me."Lady Arwen smiled at their banter. "You both are warriors in your own right. Just remember, it's not just the sword that makes a hero, but the heart behind it."Taranis nodded, appreciating her words. "I'll keep that in mind, Lady Arwen."As the day continued in Rivendell, Taranis felt a deep sense of purpose. The journey ahead was still fraught with uncertainty, but with *Anguirel* at his side, he was ready to embrace whatever challenges awaited him on the path to reclaim Erebor. ---