’ —- A sword. I was a sword…Your sword to be honest. I do not know my own name, for I do not remember it. '
She let the coat hang on her, keeping her hands at the front to keep it closed. She kept her eyes on him, somewhat expecting to be tossed into the dungeons for making a claim like that. She only hopes that it doesn’t come down to that.
A sword? This time he did not repeat after her, ancient eyes studying the being. He lifted his hand and the elves that were going to take her away for wasting their King's time stopped on the spot.
"Varilë is the name of my sword..."
He stated carefully, slender fingers twirling together as he slowly stood from his throne. Elegantly he walked down the stairs, his eyes never leaving the humanoid form of his supposed sword.
"It is an unexpected claim, I sure expect you to be fully aware of how peculiar your words are to me. I have owned this sword for many centuries without ever glancing at your figure."
He stopped in front of her, a slight frown creasing his forehead.
"What proof is there to give me?"













