I got this random idea from somewhere. I'm not exactly sure where this takes place. Someplace between worlds I suppose.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except Cammie and Queen Fiara.
The dark haired child beside her looked so forlorn that Cammie asked him in the common tongue if he was alright. The boy stared blankly at her.
"Merin amil," the little boy said sadly. Cammie frowned.
"Are you lost?" she asked in Faeryl. The child still looked confused.
"Amil na aranel," the child said. Camie was starting to think that the boy only spoke one language, a language that she did not know.
"Atar haryar Silmarils," the boy said, perhaps hoping that she would understand. Cammie started at the mention of the Silmarils, which she had heard about.
"Where are you from, little one?" she asked softly.
"Carnistir, tul!" another voice called out. The boy beside Cammie eagerly jumped up and ran over to an older boy, most likely his brother.
Cammie wondered if Queen Fiara knew the language that the little boy had spoken. She smiled as she stood up and left the place.
Merin amil- I want mother.
Amil na aranel- Mother is a princess.
Atar haryar Silmarils- Father has Silmarils.
Caarnistir, tul- Caranthir, come.
Oh, and Faeryl is a language that I made up.
