At hearing that they were Elvish make, the dwarf prince made a move as if to return the blade to where he had found it. He had no wish to carry something which had been crafted by his enemies. But when Gandalf said that there was no finer blades to be found in Middle-earth, the dwarf had second thoughts and pulled the blade from its scabbard, swishing it through the air as he tested its feel in his hands. It was lighter than any of the dwarven blades he had ever used before, but it felt comfortable and balanced in his hand.