One day Mithcham the elf (who was pretty young as elves go, the equivelent of a thirteen year old human) was exploring the woods of Lorien. He was kicking piles of leaves when he heard a metallic clang from one of the piles. When Mithcham searched the leaves he came across a beautiful dagger. On the hilt and blade of the dagger was an inscription. It looked like it was in some form of elvish but because it was getting so dark he couldn't read it. Along with the dagger there was also a sheath. He put the dagger in the sheath and went home.



The next day when Mithcham woke up he went to read what was on the dagger, but it was gone.

"Well maybe it was just the light playing tricks on my eyes," he thought to him self, "or maybe it is like the magical Sting and has powers of its own, or possibly even is Sting."

Mithcham then hid the dagger under his pillow and got ready for another days adventure.