My Weapon's Name
"This," little Turin explained solemnly to a very interested Nellas, displaying the bow Beleg had carved just for him proudly before her, "is 'Elf-gift', because Beleg gave it to me. He says every great weapon needs a great name."
"I see." said Nellas appreciatively, taking the bow and examining it critically.
"What is your weapon's name?" Turin asked, shifting his position on the branch they sat on, cocking his head at her most inquisitively.
"My weapon's name is 'Forest." she responded, smiling and ruffling the boy's dark hair.
"But that is so un-creative, pick something interesting, like 'Faithful Companion', or 'Maiden-defender', or 'Purger of Darkness'."
Nellas chuckled as she listened, braiding a flexible young branch into her long, dark hair.
"Turin, I do not think you understand. 'Forest' its name is because forest it is. The woods are my weapon, and I am its."
"Ooooooooh..." Turin murmured the word long and slow in understanding, "That makes more sense. I mean, it is rather hard for me to envision you with a sword or an axe or something. The forest makes more sense for you. But how do you use it as a weapon?"
"Nellas! Turin! Where are you?" Beleg's voice came up through the trees as he searched for them.
"Just you watch. We will keep him looking for us all day, the forest is a marvelous weapon, if you know how to use it." Nellas giggled evilly before disappearing into the branches above, about to put Beleg on the hide-and-seek game of his life.