A/N
Well these first three chapters are really just setting the mood for the rest of the story. The next chapter will be more action I guess you could say? XD anyway I hope you enjoy! Please give me feed back?!?!?!?

Disclaimer
I do not own all characters besides my OC's. All the others are owned by J.R.R. Tolkien.

Ghymnkash and Daniel walked through the town. Till they reached the smithy. When they got there, a large man stepped out from the smoke filled smithy. Then when he saw his good friend Daniel, and the new comer approaching he greeted them.

"Who's this Daniel?" He gestured to Ghymnkash.

"This is-" Daniel was cut off by Ghymnkash " I'm Ghymnkash his adopted son!" He smiled brightly!

"No wonder he acts nothin like you, he kind and polite. Yeah nothin like his old man. But i best be headed back, the master has requested 300 swords to be delivered to his armory next week!" The man bid them farewell and walked away into the smoke filled smithies.

"What'd I tell you about talking, and cutting me off! Huh? Huh? I have a reputation to keep and I won't have you ruining it! I should have never brought you!" He stormed off into the smithies.

"I'm sorry...father" he held his head low and walked slowly into the smithies. Ghymnkash started having a coughing fit, trying to wave some of the smoke out of his face. "Fath-" he entered another coughing fit.

"Come, this way" Daniel grasped Ghymnkash's shoulder and lead him through the many halls. "This is where I work." Daniel gestured to the large room they were in, and the large stone entrance. There was a large furnace, and a anvil beside it, racks of swords waiting to be renewed and placed back into battle, there was also racks of hammers, and many other tools.

"By the Valar! You forge swords, knifes, arrows, the whole package!" He walked quickly around the room holding and touching everything. " can I make some!" He asked joy lighting up his silver blue eyes!

"Sure, you know everything you need, go for it!" Daniel smiled a crooked smile.

Ghymnkash graved a pot and added bits and pieces of metal into a pot and hung it over the fire, and waited for it to melt. The metal turned a bright orange red, Ghymnkash grabbed two hard cloths and lifted the large pot from the hook off the fire. He slowly and gently poured the hot liquid into a mold.

"Here." Daniel gave him a small cloth to wipe the sweat off his brow.

"Thank you!" He gently took the cloth and wiped the sweat from his brow. "Is it always this hot in here?" He questioned with a small smile.

"Yes, it's a smithy it's gonna be hot." He answered mater-o-factly. "Hurry get in on the anvil!" He shouted, and smiled at the young freckled 'boy'

"Oh! Yes sir." He quickly gently pulled it out of the mold and brought it over and laid it on the anvil, and grabbed the smithies hammer and pounded the metal till it was the desired thinness. Then welded the hilt on, and hammered it once again. Ghymnkash took the sword off, and brought it over to the wet stone wheel and began to sharpen it. His fathers scrutinizing gaze made him uncomfortable, he shifted slightly in his seat. A good half hour passed and he took the sword off and admired its divine beauty.

"For my first try in a actual smithy it's a great sword! Right?" He looked at his father for advice.

His father took his sword and swung it back and forth. "For a rookie; it's an okay sword. " his cold gaze caught
Ghymnkash off guard. Wasn't his father happy for him?

"Daniel? Why that's a beautiful sword, well made!" A voice congratulated him from the door, another well built man walked in. The man smiled kindly and gestured for Ghymnkash to hand him the sword.?"What's your name again son?" He asked thoughtfuly, twirling the sword in his hand with as much skill as a swordsman.

"Uh-uh-it's Ghymnkash, sir!" The elf squeaked in surprise and unconscionably straightened.

"Ah, I remember now. What's that, dwarfish?" The man asked curiously.

"Uh well it's actually-" Ghymnkash was cut off by his fathers bold sharp voice. "It's a family name, from long ago. Haradrim." Daniel explained smoothly, sending his son a death glare.

"Humph...well laddie how would you like to work in the smithy? You have a great hand for it? What'd you say?" The man smirked at Daniel and received one of the mans famous glares in return.

"He's-!" Ghymnkash quickly cut his father off.

"I would love to!" He smiled brightly, beaming again..

"Great! You can start by making arrow heads with the left over metal. We have an order for twenty of them! Go over there i'll be with you soon. Daniel, get on with your work." The man left in a flash, surprisingly quiet.

Daniel muttered something inaudible under his breath and began to work busily. Ghymnkash smiled at his father and sat at the stone wheel, firmly pressing and small piece of metal to it.

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Legolas, Elladan, and Elrohir rode hurriedly through the pouring rain with growing annoyance. Legolas pulled his hood further over his head as he attempted to kept the crawling rivulets from going down his neck. Elladan mumbled something grouchily under his breath and pulled his cloak tighter around him, effectively keeping his clothes somewhat dry. Then he sent an icy glare -that was uncannily like their fathers- at Elrohir who had his hood down and his head turned up to the sky, letting the raindrops fall and drip down his fair skin. Elrohir loved the rain and enjoyed being outside when it was storming. Elladan on the other hand, did not like the rain, he thought of it as a curse that the Valar sent to the ungrateful. Why rain? Well they would arrive at the town soon enough, and he had to be great full for that! Nothing sounded better then getting out of this rain.