Estel examined his gift from his Elven brothers with delight. Twenty small figures stood before him, each carved from wood, and each a marvel of skill and artistry. “A king with his knights and men about him!” he murmured, lifting the figure of the King to admire it further. A delicate mithril band encircled its brow, set with a sparkling gem, and at his hip hung a black sheath in which was housed the King’s sword. And each other figure was also complete, swordbelts at their waists, the expressions proud and joyful.
“Such was Elendil the Tall,” Elladan told him.