Our client requested an arming sword made with Boromir's weapon in the Lord of the Rings books in mind. We leapt at the chance to put our own spin on Gondor's iconic style. The noble-looking arming sword features delicate detailing in the twisted carvings across its downturned quillons. A broad écusson sweeps into the line of the wide blade. The elongated scent-stopper pommel allows for occasional two-handed use, in conjunction with a hexagonal leather-wrapped grip. Please see our pricing structure for an idea of what a similar sword would cost.
∴ Specs ∴
Weight: 1270g
Total length: 98cm
Blade length: 80cm
Blade width: 6cm at base
Grip and pommel length: 18cm
Quillon span: 20cm
Point of Balance: 10.5cm
2mm edges
Fencing flex
Rounded tip
∴ Notes ∴
The faceted pommel and crossguard are polished to a satin texture, while the hardwood grip is wound with linen thread and coated in dark brown leather. The blade features a small engraved star. Our client requested a leather scabbard that complimented the sword's Middle Earth themes. The resulting scabbard has a wooden core wrapped in tooled dark brown leather, and features decorative leather belts and steel rings.
∴ Gallery ∴
∴ A Matter of Honour∴
Through the gathering mists, you glimpse yet another crumbling causeway, a shadow of its former glory. You sigh. Day ninety-eight.
Were your feet less sore and the outlook less grim, you would laugh. You left your father's halls to cheers and sounding trumpets, pennants flying in the breeze as hooves clattered across white stone. What would your father think to see you now, clothes soiled by many weeks' journeying, horse lost to the churning waters of the Greyflood?
By degrees, your pace slows to a dead stop. You stare into the mist a few desolate moments longer before shaking yourself and slowly drawing your sword. Fierce yet finessed, it is unmistakably the weapon of a well-born warrior. The carved quillons form a graceful arc against the unforgiving lines of the blade. A questing sword. A captain's sword. Your sword.
Returning to yourself, you sheath the blade and glare down the road to Rivendell with renewed purpose.