‘I am,’ said Aragorn. ‘And the Sword-that-was-Broken shall be re-forged ere I set out to war. …
…The Sword of Elendil was forged anew by Elvish smiths, and on its blade was traced a device of seven stars set between the crescent Moon and the rayed Sun, and about them was
written many runes; for Aragorn son of Arathorn was going to war upon the marches of Mordor. Very bright was that sword when it was made whole again; the light of the sun shone redly in it, and the light of the moon shone cold, and its edge was hard and keen. And Aragorn gave it a new name and called it Andu´ ril, Flame of the West.
Elrond: “Andúril… Flame of the West. Forged from the shards of Narsil.”
Aragorn: “Sauron will not have forgotten the Sword of Elendil.”
[Aragorn draws the sword.]
Aragorn: “The blade that was broken shall return to Minas Tirith.”
Elrond: “The man who can wield the power of this sword can summon to him an army more deadly than any that walks this earth. Put aside the ranger. Become who you were born to be. Take the Dimholt road.”
[Aragorn looks uncertain.]
Elrond: “Ónen i-Estel Edain.” (I gave Hope to the Dúnedain.)
Aragorn: “Ú-chebin Estel anim.” (I have kept no hope for myself.)
