Chapter Two - Preparing for Battle
Envinyatalis grew stronger, encouraged by Thronalarca's words. He knew in his heart that the time was coming when he must leave Mithlond and travel to Rivendell, to join Lord Elrond in protecting the lands. Yet that time had not yet come. He had much training in the art of warfare to learn. For many years Envinyatalis stayed in Mithlond, yet there was a growing restlessness within him. At times, he could hear the wind calling, calling him to battle.
In a night vision, Envinyatalis saw one come to him in the likeness of the Elf Lord Gil-galad. In the dream, he placed a weapon of strange craft into his hands. It was not an ordinary sword, in the craft of the Noldor, nor even a Dwarvish sword. The blade itself seemed transparent yet was sharp as polished iron. The sword appeared to grow lighter in his hands as he wielded it.
He then heard words deep in his heart of the ancient tongue of the Elves not spoken in Middle Earth, but for saved ceremony and song. These words seemed to burn within him. "Eruanna anaië len antaina. Len anaië antaina i macil kalava, ya elya nauva ter ilyë yénilya. Ëa airë maranwë ya ëa lessë ar nosselyassë. Erina voronda an i aksa ya len anaië utúvië. A grace has been given to thee. You have been given the Sword of Bright Light, which shall be yours throughout all generations. There is a holy destiny that lies within you and your line. Stay true to the path that has been chosen for you." From that night on, a fire seemed to be in his eyes, a new strength flowed within him. Envinyatalis was an unconquerable foe.
He began to feel a greater restlessness upon him. He soon left Mithlond and traveled a little ways to the land of the Dwarves in the Ered Luin, the Blue Mountains. Few of the Dwarves of Nogrod escaped the destruction that came to Beleriand during the War of the Wrath at the end of the First Age. These went into the North, to the mountains, to seek refuge from the raging sea that sank the ancient world. Of these Dwarves, two were of the linage of Telchar of Nogrod who had forged the great sword Narsil of Elendil and Angrist, the knife of Beren that cut one of the Silmarils from the Iron Crown of Morgoth. In that Dwarven city in the Blue Mountians, he met a dwarf that was of Telchar's linage.
Rundin Stealthhelm was the lord of the Dwarves that were in Ered Luin. Envinyatalis revealed himself to be the great-grandson of Oropher, who fought alone side of Elendil and Gil-galad. When he heard of he linage, Rundin welcomed him. There he remained for some time. He learned the craft of the Dwarves in the foundries of old. In his days at the foundries, he oft remembered the words that were spoken to his heart. He yet saw the Sword lying in his hands. How he desired to forge this sword.
He began to gather materials for Kallasil, the Sword of Bright Light. At last, Envinyatalis said goodbye to Rundin and to the Mountians. He then journeyed to Khazad-dûm, and because of the friendship between Durin's folk and the Elves of Lindon; Envinyatalis was accepted as a friend.
He returned home a year later and in the winter began to forge Kallasil. The days were short and Envinyatalis worked often into the night. The forging of the sword weighed heavily upon him, for a threat of battle was looming in his mind. He spent many hours for many days creating Kallasil. Each blow of the hammer brought images of the coming battle. Hour by hour, the mithril began to take shape beneath the mallet. The clamor of the metal between the anvil and the mallet became deafening at times, but Envinyatalis paid no heed.
He began to shape the sword, sharpening the edges of the blade with much skill. Soon the blade sliced through the air, breaking the silence of the night. Now it was time to put the finishing touches on Kallasil. The hilt was crafted in Mirkwood, by the artisans of King Thranduil, and laden with Ivory. The center was set with a single sapphire, deep as the mid-night sky, shaped as a star gleaming in the midst of darkness. Envinyatalis set atop of the hilt a clear crystal, bright as a diamond. This crystal seemed to possess a light that shone from within.
Upon the blade, he wrote in Elvish script in the tongue of the Sindar, "U- gosto ne môr, ind toba dôrath en-Amar. I 'west e-minuial dartha ah ardhon echedithar aen eden." It is translated into the Common Tongue as, "Be not afraid in Darkness, though it covers the face of the Earth. The promise of Dawn awaits and the world shall be made new."
Envinyatalis grew stronger, encouraged by Thronalarca's words. He knew in his heart that the time was coming when he must leave Mithlond and travel to Rivendell, to join Lord Elrond in protecting the lands. Yet that time had not yet come. He had much training in the art of warfare to learn. For many years Envinyatalis stayed in Mithlond, yet there was a growing restlessness within him. At times, he could hear the wind calling, calling him to battle.
In a night vision, Envinyatalis saw one come to him in the likeness of the Elf Lord Gil-galad. In the dream, he placed a weapon of strange craft into his hands. It was not an ordinary sword, in the craft of the Noldor, nor even a Dwarvish sword. The blade itself seemed transparent yet was sharp as polished iron. The sword appeared to grow lighter in his hands as he wielded it.
He then heard words deep in his heart of the ancient tongue of the Elves not spoken in Middle Earth, but for saved ceremony and song. These words seemed to burn within him. "Eruanna anaië len antaina. Len anaië antaina i macil kalava, ya elya nauva ter ilyë yénilya. Ëa airë maranwë ya ëa lessë ar nosselyassë. Erina voronda an i aksa ya len anaië utúvië. A grace has been given to thee. You have been given the Sword of Bright Light, which shall be yours throughout all generations. There is a holy destiny that lies within you and your line. Stay true to the path that has been chosen for you." From that night on, a fire seemed to be in his eyes, a new strength flowed within him. Envinyatalis was an unconquerable foe.
He began to feel a greater restlessness upon him. He soon left Mithlond and traveled a little ways to the land of the Dwarves in the Ered Luin, the Blue Mountains. Few of the Dwarves of Nogrod escaped the destruction that came to Beleriand during the War of the Wrath at the end of the First Age. These went into the North, to the mountains, to seek refuge from the raging sea that sank the ancient world. Of these Dwarves, two were of the linage of Telchar of Nogrod who had forged the great sword Narsil of Elendil and Angrist, the knife of Beren that cut one of the Silmarils from the Iron Crown of Morgoth. In that Dwarven city in the Blue Mountians, he met a dwarf that was of Telchar's linage.
Rundin Stealthhelm was the lord of the Dwarves that were in Ered Luin. Envinyatalis revealed himself to be the great-grandson of Oropher, who fought alone side of Elendil and Gil-galad. When he heard of he linage, Rundin welcomed him. There he remained for some time. He learned the craft of the Dwarves in the foundries of old. In his days at the foundries, he oft remembered the words that were spoken to his heart. He yet saw the Sword lying in his hands. How he desired to forge this sword.
He began to gather materials for Kallasil, the Sword of Bright Light. At last, Envinyatalis said goodbye to Rundin and to the Mountians. He then journeyed to Khazad-dûm, and because of the friendship between Durin's folk and the Elves of Lindon; Envinyatalis was accepted as a friend.
He returned home a year later and in the winter began to forge Kallasil. The days were short and Envinyatalis worked often into the night. The forging of the sword weighed heavily upon him, for a threat of battle was looming in his mind. He spent many hours for many days creating Kallasil. Each blow of the hammer brought images of the coming battle. Hour by hour, the mithril began to take shape beneath the mallet. The clamor of the metal between the anvil and the mallet became deafening at times, but Envinyatalis paid no heed.
He began to shape the sword, sharpening the edges of the blade with much skill. Soon the blade sliced through the air, breaking the silence of the night. Now it was time to put the finishing touches on Kallasil. The hilt was crafted in Mirkwood, by the artisans of King Thranduil, and laden with Ivory. The center was set with a single sapphire, deep as the mid-night sky, shaped as a star gleaming in the midst of darkness. Envinyatalis set atop of the hilt a clear crystal, bright as a diamond. This crystal seemed to possess a light that shone from within.
Upon the blade, he wrote in Elvish script in the tongue of the Sindar, "U- gosto ne môr, ind toba dôrath en-Amar. I 'west e-minuial dartha ah ardhon echedithar aen eden." It is translated into the Common Tongue as, "Be not afraid in Darkness, though it covers the face of the Earth. The promise of Dawn awaits and the world shall be made new."
