My Weapon's Name
Eleniel: 15
"One, two, three… move your feet, Eleniel!"
The youngest Peredhel listened intently to Glorfindel's commands as she moved and swung her sword in different directions, trying to block the balrog-slayer's own weapon as he brought it down on her.
In no time at all, Glorfindel had made a huge blow which sent the elleth down on her back, the warrior standing over her and his sword inches above her neck.
"Dead," he said shortly, before dropping his weapon and hauling Eleniel up.
"For the third time today," Elrond's youngest told him with a grim smile. "I'll never be allowed out on a patrol, will I? I can't even defend myself."
Glorfindel frowned. "Of course you will. Training takes time, you know that. If you just keep practicing, you'll be one of the best warriors in Rivendell."
Eleniel nodded, though she doubted it. "Can we take a break?"
"Already?" Glorfindel asked in mock surprise before glancing at the puppy-dog expression of the blonde in front of him and sighing in defeat, moving to sit down, close his eyes and stretch his legs.
Eleniel sat next to him, leaning back against a tree, glad to be hidden in the shade under the leaves. Her eyes flickered to Glorfindel's sword.
"How did Laure get its name?"
The golden warrior opened one eye, looked at Eleniel, and then at his sword.
"It means 'golden', as does my name and House. We are all linked, I suppose, which gives it meaning, something every sword should have."
Eleniel nodded before picking her own sword up, watching the silver metal glint in the sunlight.
"What is my sword called?"
"What do you want it to be called?"
"Hm." She frowned for a moment and stared thoughtfully at the weapon. It had been a gift from her father last Yule, along with a beautiful bow and arrows.
Suddenly, a name came to her mind, and she grinned and turned to look at the warrior, whose eyes were still shut.
"How about Slayer of the Balrog-slayer?" she suggested, right before yelling a battle cry and pouncing on her unsuspecting victim, having him pinned in no time with her sword pointing straight at him.
Glorfindel lay there, stunned, looking straight into Eleniel's blue eyes. Slowly, a smile grew on his face. "You're learning," he said, "but you should know by now that there is no such thing as a Slayer of the Balrog-slayer."
And with that, the warrior easily turned the tables on the elleth, and all thoughts of swords and names and training were gone.