The elf took her sword and looked it over.  "This weapon is worn, but still sturdy.  It has seen battle, and tells of a rough life." he said, tears in his eyes as he looked at her.  "You have a sad story, young one, let us hope you find a happy ending here."  He twisted his hand over his stomach and bowed, in the fashion of the elves before handing her blade back to her and wiping his eyes.  He looked over them all, deeming that everyone had handed over their weapons for inspection.  "Very well, now we shall see you skill with these weapons!"  He passed his hand over their weapons, muttering "Gëuloth du knífr!" each time, a thin barrier hovering over the blades of their weapons.  "Pick a partner and spar with them." he said.  "Do not worry, I have guarded your blades, they will not slice, but they can still bruise."

Tormir checked the blade of his axe, to find that the blade, in fact, could not cut him.  "So this is the power of magic." he muttered to himself, before searching for a sparring partner.