Well now, let me tell ya a thing or two ’bout that sword Strider carries—y’know, the one Aragorn, the ranger fella, uses in them big ol’ Lord of the Rings tales. I reckon it ain’t just any sword, no sir, it’s somethin’ special. This here sword, they call it Anduril, or “Flame of the West” as them elves like to call it. Now, it’s a mighty big name for a mighty big sword, if you ask me.
See, this sword ain’t always been Anduril. Nuh-uh, it used to be called Narsil, and it belonged to a great fella named Elendil, long before Aragorn ever got his hands on it. But ol’ Narsil didn’t stay in one piece for too long, not after the big fight with Sauron. Nah, it broke in two, somethin’ fierce, but it got reforged later on in a place called Rivendell, by them fancy elves that know how to work metal like nobody else. They call it the Sword Reforged, ’cause it came back together stronger than ever after all them years of bein’ broken up.
Now, let me tell ya, when Aragorn picked up that sword, it weren’t just a weapon to him. It was a symbol, something that tied him to his past, to the kings and warriors before him. Anduril, it weren’t just steel and iron—nah, it was a part of his soul. Whenever he pulled it out, it meant he was ready to fight for somethin’ bigger than just himself. It was his mark of destiny, that sword, and it was a mighty fine one at that.
Now, I hear tell that when Aragorn left Lothlórien, them elves there gave him a special sheath for the sword. Ain’t that somethin’? A sheath made just for Anduril, like they knew what it meant. I reckon that sheath wasn’t just to keep the blade from gettin’ dull—it was a gift, a way of sayin’, “We believe in you, Strider, the one who’ll lead us all.” They don’t hand out gifts like that to just anybody, mind ya.
The sword itself was big—longer than most swords you’d see hangin’ on the walls of a village home, that’s for sure. It stretched out to about 47 inches, almost as long as a grown man from head to toe. And it weren’t just for show neither; this sword was built for action. Whether Aragorn needed to swing it in close battle or use it to defend himself out in the wild, Anduril was up to the task. You don’t get no fancy stuff like that unless you’re a man with a mighty big purpose, like Aragorn had. And he sure did have purpose, travelin’ through all them lands, fightin’ them orcs and dark creatures. I tell ya, he was somethin’ else.
Now, don’t go thinkin’ that sword was just a prop, like them things folks buy in them stores—no, no, this sword was real, made by some mighty fine craftsmen over at Weta Workshop in New Zealand. They worked on it just like they worked on the rest of them weapons and armor for the Lord of the Rings movies. Ben Wootten, he did up the design, and a fella named Peter Lyon, a master swordsmith, took care of makin’ it. They sure knew their craft. If you look close at that sword, you can tell it’s got some real beauty in it, even though it ain’t polished up all shiny-like. It’s got that rough, battle-worn look, just like a sword that’s seen many a fight.
And let me tell ya somethin’, that sword, Anduril, it ain’t just a weapon for fightin’ battles. No, sir, it’s a symbol of hope. You see, in them dark times when the world seemed like it was fallin’ apart, it was people like Aragorn, holdin’ that sword, that gave folks somethin’ to believe in. They saw him with that sword, and they knew the fight wasn’t over yet. There was still a chance to win. And when folks see that sword in them movies, or on display in museums, they don’t just see metal—they see the struggle, the heart, the courage it took to carry it.
Folks still talk ’bout that sword today, long after them movies came out. I reckon it’s a piece of history now, somethin’ that folks remember like they remember the old stories, passed down from generation to generation. It’s not just any old sword, it’s Strider’s Sword, Anduril, the Flame of the West, and it’ll live on in stories for as long as people keep tellin’ ’em.
So, next time you hear ’bout Strider or Aragorn, just remember the sword he carries with him. It ain’t just a sword—it’s a piece of the past, a tool of destiny, and a symbol of hope for the future. A mighty fine blade, that Anduril.
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