Lissome and sharp edged were the knives of Tauriel fitting arms for a woman warrior of identical keenness and ability, of the Woodland Realm. Tauriel?s gold-hued blades were wrought in the cavern smithies of her folks, the Sindar, strong beneath the lovely Greenwood a place that is sick and wicked, called Mirkwood by most. Few would dare tread its courses unarmed
These daggers feature a lovely surface detail that cuts through the blade surfaces. A complete brace for lovers of The Hobbit.