for the challenge "One" at tolkien_weekly
Many believe that something shattered, once remade, can never be whole as it was before. He did not believe so. He never lost sight of the power we carried, even when we served as little more than a symbol, a bridge that connected him to himself.
We were nine, but we were one – had always been one. United, our strength became visible, our presence tangible, our edge keen.
By his faith I was reborn. In his hand I reawakened. In his heart’s flame, mine rekindled.
What his belief could do for metal, he would also do with the hearts of men.
All of Arda belongs to the professor; I am just a guest
**there is no canon about the number of shards; I have chosen nine to reflect the forging of the fellowship.