Sam felt the sweat dripping from his brow, it was hot, hard work, down here in the Forge, utilizing the blue flame in such an intricate manner was tiring, his workload had been heavier with the absence of Harry and Ezra. It made it satisfying knowing the weapons produced, were some of their best yet. Small daggers, throwing stars, axes, and spears. One, in particular, was infused with Moonstone and Dragon Fire, sealed with the blue flame. A mighty sword destined for someone borne to greatness. In different lights, it appeared as if the sword was flaming fire. It was beautiful, standing it was taller than Sam. The Elves had imbued it with its own spirit and called it Divine Destiny, for this was not a sword chosen by the man, this sword would choose its own master. They were finally don
