A companion sword to the regal Amroth Arming Sword, this classic fantasy longsword takes cues from Strider's sword, combining a practical weapon fit for a ranger with clean, regal lines. The pronounced écusson allows our customer to comfortably thumb the blade in his practice of German techniques. It also provides a striking focal point, highlighting the broad fullers and sweeping out into angled diamond-section quillons. Please see our pricing structure for an idea of what a similar sword would cost.
∴ Specs ∴
Weight: 1765g
Total length: 124cm
Blade length: 95cm
Blade width: 5cm at base
Grip and pommel length: 28cm
Quillon span: 27cm
Point of Balance: 6cm
2mm edges
Fencing flex
Swollen tip
∴ Notes ∴
The acorn-shaped pommel and deeply faceted crossguard are polished to a satin texture, while the hardwood grip is wound with linen thread and coated in deep green leather. The grip is split by a slender steel band, and the blade features a small engraved star. The matching leather scabbard continues the Dúnedain theming with mottled green leather over a wooden core. Historical leather strapping, a steel band and chape, and a distress gilt-effect motif complete the look.
∴ Gallery ∴
∴ A Waiting Fate∴
With your back to a gnarled blackthorn, you wait. You've got good at it over the years. Waiting for a rabbit to trip a well-laid trap. Waiting for darker quarry as well. Waiting for news. For her. For history to be made.
While you wait, you slide a weather-worn hand into your pack and retrieve a sliver of lembas bread and a roughspun rag. Setting the former aside, you turn your attention to your sword, tutting at its tarnish, running the rag over stern, swooping lines. Waiting you may be, but idle you are not.
The sword had a name once, you muse. In fact, it had many - the names of great deeds and glories. Out here, alone, you prefer to think of it simply as your sword. A trusted tool. Just as you would shrug off your own weighty appellations.
Your thoughts are interrupted by the unmistakable sound of footsteps beyond the birdsong and bracken-rush. Five pairs of feet and the clamour of conversation.
"Please remember," an urgent voice breaks through the rest," that the name Baggins must not be mentioned."
Another traveller trying to outrun a name. You grin and gather your pack.