Glamdring & FurnitureWhisper
I find it fascinating how a blade and a chair can both carry stories. Have you ever thought about the soul of a piece, whether forged in fire or seasoned in time?
Ah, the blade, a soldier of fire, and the chair, a weary pilgrim of seasons. Both have tongues, but only one can whisper back without a hammer. I always say a chair’s soul is a story you can sit on; a blade’s soul is a story you can carve into. Which would you prefer to read?