A/N Thank you to horseyyay AKA Morgoth for the idea for this prompt.
#66 Point of View
Lord Elrond and his daughter Lady Arwen watched intently as the smithies worked endlessly to reforge Narsil, the mighty blade of old. Arwen watched in awe her lips forming a small smile. For her, this was one of the happiest moments of her life for with the reforging of this blade it would bring her one step closer to being with the man she loved more than anyone next to her father.
However, her father had a different point of view. For him, this brought him one step closer to him losing his baby girl. Yes, he loved his foster son as if he were one of his own and Elrond had to admit Aragorn was everything a father wished for in a son-in-law, but he couldn't help but feel some resentment towards the very one who was stealing his daughter from him.
When the blade was finished the elven smiths handed it back to Elrond who sighed softly, and slowly made his way back to the Last Homely House, where his foster son Aragorn was currently residing. There he would hand over Narsil to him allowing the young ranger and rightful king of Gondor to fulfill his destiny.