I dreamt last night the Elven King visited me in slumber.
He offered me the mighty sword of great beauty and splendor.
I know not why the golden-haired king did visit... perhaps, to warn me of and bolster me in the upcoming battle.
"Hadhafang" - Inscribed on the blade are runes in Sindarin that say "aen estar Hadhafang i chathol hen, thand arod dan i thang an i arwen." ("This blade is called Hadhafang, a noble defense against the enemy throng for a noble lady.")
Update: Yes, it was really my dream and it came before I heard that a dear friend must now battle cancer. Coincidence? Premonition? Who knows, but I intend to stand beside him in this "battle"...
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