Anduril Lightsaber

... Aragorn suddenly wakes, his dagger quickly in his hand.
"King Theoden awaits you, my Lord.", says the guard, poking his head into Aragorn's tent.
Aragorn sits up, as he puts the blade away. He stands up and walks out of his tent, hurrying towards Theoden's.
As he enters, Theoden looks up at him: "I take my leave."
He bows slightly to the hooded figure and slowly walks out of the tent, giving Aragorn a strange look as he passes him. The figure stands up and pulls back the hood.
"My Lord, Elrond.", says Aragorn, bowing his head.
"I come on behalf of one whom I love. Arwen is dying. She will not long survive the evil that now spreads from Mordor. The light of the Evenstar is failing. As Sauron's power grows, her strength wanes. Arwen's life is now tied to the fate of the Ring. The Shadow is upon us, Aragorn, the end has come."
Aragorn's eyes meet Elrond's - "It will not be our end, but his."
"You ride to war, but not to victory. Sauron's armies march on Minas Tirith, this you know, but in secret he sends another force which will attack from the river. A fleet of Corsair ships sails from the South. They will be in the city in two days ... You're out-numbered, Aragorn. You need more men."
"There are none.", says Aragorn with a hint of despair in his voice.
Elrond looks into the distance - "There are those who dwell in the mountain."
"Murderers, traitors - you would call upon them to fight? They believe in nothing. They answer to no one."
"They will answer to the King of Gondor!"
Aragorn eyes fall to a black cloth, which Elrond draws from beneath his robe. He unwraps it to reveal a familiar-looking hilt. He puts his thumb on the small shield plate, depicting the White Tree and a Crown, and slides it upwards. A fiery blade springs from the emitter, accompanied by a low hum.
"Anduril, flame of the West ... constructed from the pieces of Narsil!"
Aragorn takes the sword and gracefully turns it in his hand.
"Sauron will not have forgotten the sword of Elendil ... the hilt that was broken shall return to Minas Tirith."
Elrond comes closer - "The man who can wield the power of this sword can summon to him an army more deadly than any that walks this earth. Put aside the Ranger - become who you were born to be - take the Dimholt Road. Onen i-estel Edain."
"U-chebin estel anim.", Aragorn pushes the red button and the blade retracts back into the hilt. The hum is gone, only the wind speaks now ...