Odoghurnadh pushed through the brush, combing the landscape for foul creatures. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure he was within sight of the rest of the Dunedain. Unfortunately, in that one second, a warg decided to strike.
"Easy, easy," Galan said as the boy stirred. "You took quite the beating. We thought for sure you would perish."
The boy looked down at his two hands in confusion, then ran his hands over his ears. "Mar inye? Imne veanar?"
Galan frowned. "Odoghurnadh?" He put a hand on the boy's shoulder, and he flinched away as if struck.
"Do not touch me!"
Galan drew back in shock at the authority in the tone. "You are not my boy," he growled. "You are not Odoghurnadh." With that, he stood to his feet and charged outside the tent. "Guard this!" the boy heard. "Call for Lord Elrond!"
The boy sat back, rubbing his right wrist. "Elrond."
Said Elf walked in at that moment, then stood surprised at what he saw.
The boy grinned. "Elenhina." Then his face contorted in pain before becoming joy once more. "Onya piaparmatambor!"
Elrond's eyes went wide. "Atarhani? Yulye?"
The boy nodded, then pain took over his expression once more. He glared at Elrond, nothing but stern fury. "Man lye?"
~O~
A/N: Not sure where to go from here, but this is a thought that's been nibbling away at my brain for a while.
Translations (apologies for anything incorrect, I speak Sindarin much more fluently than Quenya):
"Mar inye? Imne veanar?" Who are you? I'm a human?
"Elenhina" Star-child
"Onya piaparmatambor" My son, the little book-keeper
"Atarhani? Yulye?" Uncles? Both of you?
"Man lye?" Who are you?
Namarië!
~River