6. A cursed sword
He looked down at his treasured possession. How could he demand such a thing of him! Did he not know what it symbolised? The warrior silently named the doorward an ignorant fool. This was no ordinary sword but a weapon with value beyond measure. It was his by right, so why should he put it aside now? At the will of a lesser man?
His companion's words brought reason to his mind and he slowly unbuckled his sword. He certainly did not want to start a fight between friends.
Aragorn glowered at Háma as he set Andúril upright against the wall. He would make sure that nobody dared touch it!
"Death shall come to any man that draws Elendil's sword save Elendil's heir."
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