Adelaide was quick to explain the situation to the blacksmith and being the kind man he was, he agreed. Gerim spend the next two weeks living a life of relative luxury. While sweet Adelaide waited on Gerim's hand and foot. She made tasty stews, poured him almost scalding baths, and stitched every tear in his clothing. The blacksmith spent his time in the forge, testing different mixtures of metals, looking for the right combination of alloys that would form an axe head with enough flex to be able to withstand the tremors from hitting the emerald trees without the edge immediately dulling. 

Now I can not tell you about the different metals tested, or trials the blacksmith ran. I wasn't assigned to watch him. What I do know is that he should have been watching his wife and been way more wary of Gerim, but the results of the blacksmith's trusting nature are a tale for another day. 

Moving on in Gerim's tale, the blacksmith was successful, and he had forged a beautiful axe. The axe head was made of a mixture of metals that were as reflective as a mirror. The handle was carved using the axe's head, and it was made out of a bough, fallen from one of the emerald trees it was to cut. A fitting first test to see if it would work the wood of an emerald tree.