Migildur had looked at the young Eldar, "Come child, I know your heart aches from your loss, but I have something to give you."
Carvireth, her eyes still teary.
"What.. is it?"
Once she had come close enough, he had held out a finely crafted dagger.
"This is Daugion, in your tongue it means of war, I will teach you how to survive, for you will one day outlive me."
The blade had glistened in the sunlight, there was something unique about it.
However, she could not place it.
Cautiously, she had taken it from his hand.
She had not known how to hold a blade at the time, her hand reaching for the tip instead of the hilt.
Quickly, Migildur had guided her hand to the hilt instead. He had shook his head and given her a stern glance. "Never by the tip."
The dagger, fit perfectly in her slender hand, she had examined it in awe.
But then said "I.. I do not want to hurt anyone, why must I have a weapon?"
Migilder, had sighed. Seeing her innocence and looked at her with sympathy "We are in the second Era of Middle-Earth, times are dark in which you have seen little of, I will guard you from it for as long as I can, however it appears some of your innocence was stained, with the death of your parents."
Shaking his head, he had stepped away. "Brethren, watch over her, I am going to scout the road ahead."
Carivreth, yet again had been left to her own thoughts.
