The Fellowship of the Ring, Prologue Concerning Hobbits, and Other MattersHis sword, Sting, Bilbo hung over his fireplace, and his coat of marvelous mail, the gift of the Dwarves from the Dragon-hoard, he lent to a museum, to the Michel Delving Mathom-house in fact.
Bilbo had a corslet of mithril-rings that Thorin gave him. I wonder what has become of it? Gathering dust still in Michel Delving Mathom-house, I suppose.
I am sharp, and yet land with a thud,
am widely known for drinking Orc blood,
'twas not a dwarf who with me did smote,
name me quick, and with a quote
I've posted over in the Introductions sub-forum (I think!)First, allow me to welcome you to The Chrons, pdurrant. I hope you find the place to your liking. I haven't checked the Introductions sub-forum yet, but if you haven't already done so, add a post there and tell us a little more about yourself (if you have done so, I apparently have reading to do!)
Regarding the quote/weapon, this is not what I have in mind, but I will admit that it (mostly, with one significant exception!) meets the criteria. If no one else comes up with the weapon I have in mind, let's say in 4 more days, the bell and (as Py once so accurately put it) more ominously, the floor are yours....
..it is named and described in the original 'Fall of Gondolin' (1916-17...) where it is said that in Gondolin Tuor carried an axe instead of a sword, and he named it in the speech of the people of Gondolin Dramborleg. In a list of names accompanying the tale, Dramborleg is translated "Thudder-Sharp": "the axe of Tuor that smote both a heavy dint as of a club and cleft as a sword".
'"Ah! I see your drift at last," said Balin. "He is a thief, then? That is why you recommend him?"
'At that point I fear I lost my temper and my caution. This Dwarvish conceit that no one can have or make anything "of value" save themselves and that all fine things in other hands must have been got, if not stolen, from the Dwarves at some time, was more than I could stand at that moment. "A thief?" I said, laughing. "Why, yes, a professional thief, of course! How else would a Hobbit come by a silver spoon? I will put the thief's mark on his door, and then you will find it." Then being angry I got up and I said with a warmth that surprised myself: "You must look for that door, Thorin Oakenshield! I am serious." And suddenly I felt that I was indeed in hot earnest. This queer notion of mine was not a joke, it was right. It was desperately important that it should be carried out. The Dwarves must bend their stiff necks.