The achadhiel had returned to the smithy the following morning, first teaching the two young men, then going on to his own project. Now he threw himself fully upon the swords again, clearing his mind from everything else but the blades he had envisioned in his mind. He reheated the fire and placed the first of the two blades within it. While the steel was being heated, Farathorn made two halves of wood, to fit the blade within, shaping it roughly at the beginning.
As the steel was hot enough, he took the first sword out of the fire and placed the second one into it, before he began to form the initial one into the final shape, whilst slightly thinning out the edges of the blade. With the hilt and crossguard already finished, this was the last thing to do. With the blade of the sword in its final shape, he dipped it into the water, cooling it off rapidly, but tempering it at the same time.
Repeating the same process on the second blade, the achadhiel now had two blades ready to be sharpened, as these were still to receive their final edge. This would be one of the more tricky parts, so before he began to work on it, he made a small prayer to the mother, just as he had done before crafting the sceptre.
The sharpening stone gradually picked up speed, using the pedal beneath with his foot to keep the rotation of it at a steady pace, as he sat behind it on a stool. He held the blade tight and slid it past the stone in a fluid movement, from the hilt to the tip. This he repeated over and over, until he turned it around and did the same thing to the other side of the edge. Once satisfied with the edge, he turned the blade over and began from the top. After two marks of work, the blade had both it's edges and the achadhiel took a small break, sipping some water and carving out the inside of the wood for the sheath, so that the blade would slide in cleanly.
Once he had finished the two halves, he seated himself behind the sharpening stone again and brought the stone to life again with the continual pressure and release of his foot, slowly beginning to go through each step again on the second of the two blades. Another two marks went past, as Farathorn pushed himself not to rush any of it, so that the two swords in the end would have almost exactly the same weight and balance. Done with the work and almost too tired to do another of these, he placed the swords on the table and worked on the wood for the other sheath, until he had carved it similarly to the first.
Yesterday's eveningtide, the achadhiel had already prepared the steel decoration for the sheaths, so that what remained to be done, was to fit the leather onto the outside of the wooden halves, so that they would fit tightly together, bound by the leather and the steel decoration. This did not take long with the preparation he had made and he kept the seam on the inside of the sheaths. On each side of the belt, he fitted the sheath into a baldric, the swords thus leaning slightly forwards to provide easier access to them. The belt carrying the same steel ornaments as the sheaths, but enriched with a layer of mail, riveted in place along the entire belt. This would prevent anyone from cutting through the belt. The buckle he had made carried the same symbol he had seen in Aesa's quarters, a circle with a sort of spiderweb in it, with feathers engraved along the rim of the circle. The same symbol he had engraved into the hilt of both swords, albeit a little smaller.
The brown leather formed a very appealing contrast with the shine of the steel and the swords themselves were balanced to the atmost best of his ability. After working for 6 marks straight, Farathorn had finished what he had set out to do. The leafpattern was engraved into the blades, bearing the same characteristics as those on the sceptre, plus the polish matched that previous work. The entire set looked better then any of his previous work, but he desired the opinion of his newly found friend, the master smith, in regards to the quality of it, although the man seemed to have been watching him during the honing of the edges, just as he had stated he would the day before. He turned and looked at Garlon, then called him over to check what he had done. "Garlon, I'd like your opinion on the finished work."
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OOC: Twi, I took a small liberty to have Garlon watching the honing of the edges, to keep continuity and wrap up this thread as swiftly as possible. All that remains is the last conversation and judgement of the master smith, to conclude this thread. Thank you for the opportunity.
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