![]() ![]() And at the last, when the blank was made and the mold broken, Thurin took the metal to the First Anvil, and set to forging a great blade. Thurin sang a great song as he worked, and put all of his strength, the strength of Earth, into the metal. ![]() The alloy which was born in Thurin's forge was never given a name, and never again has the World seen its like. ![]() Into the mixture Thurin cast the shaft of Callanthyr, which had been wrought in the Void of Chaos out of dark elements outside the Universe. Thurin melted the shavings of those mighty metals, and fusing them into a new metal altogether. Long they worked, grinding adamant, truesteel, and truesilver from the Bones of the World, and stoking the fire in Thurin's forge until it shone as the newborn Sun. To him he called the seven Forge Masters, oldest of all the Dwarves, greatest in skill and craft of his children. Fresh from the Field of Sorrow did Thurin return to the Halls of Haganduur, the greatest stronghold of his children, and stood before his mighty forge at the core of the World. ![]()
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