"What is that?" "A relic of Mordor", after Galadriel said this, Elrond unveils the sword from the blanket. "A Morgul blade", he said, astonished at seeing such a weapon exist. "Made for the witch-king of Angmar, and buried with him. When Angmar fell, the men of the North took his body, and all that he possessed and sealed it within the high fells of Rhudaur. Deep within the rock they buried him, in a tomb so dark it would never come to light", the lady of the wood answered him. "This is not possible. A powerful spell lies upon those tombs, they cannot be opened" "What proof do we have this weapon came from Angmar’s grave?", Saruman demanded. "I have none", Gandalf confessed. "Because there is none. Let us examine what we know. A single orc pack has dared to cross the Bruinen. A dagger from a by-gone age has been found. And a human sorcerer who calls himself the Necromancer, has taken up residence in a ruined fortress. It’s not so very much, after all. The question of this dwarvish company however, troubles me deeply. I’m not convinced, Gandalf. I do not feel I can condone such a quest. If they’d come to me, I might have spare them this disappointment. I will not pretend to understand your reasons for raising their hopes", the white wizard skeptically explained as if he wasn't very convinced at all. "Same for that winged elf that you carry along with you", he added.
