1. Shard
At the sight of the broken sword, he forgot, for an instant, Isildur's doom, and the shadow in the East; he forgot even the man who watched him. He lifted the hilt and for that moment he became Isildur at the moment of triumph, as the Ring fell to the ground.
Then the blade drew his blood, and he remembered who he was, and what he was, and why he had come to Imladris; and he turned to find the man's eyes on him, seeing. And he could not put it down quickly enough, the sword not his to wield.
Then the blade drew his blood, and he remembered who he was, and what he was, and why he had come to Imladris; and he turned to find the man's eyes on him, seeing. And he could not put it down quickly enough, the sword not his to wield.
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