Title: The Elvenking's 100-Drabbles
Author: LegolasLover2003 aka Ashley
Category: Book - "The Lord of the Rings"
Genre: General / Drama
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to The Lord of the Rings or The Hobbit, I just adore them to pieces.
Author's Note: Thanks to Nyx Thranduilion for inspiring me to do this!


"Haew"


Not a sound was made within the vast halls and all the world was still in the embrace of night. The fall moon had traveled quite the distance into the sky before Legede came to his lord's chambers. The study was silent, a low fire burning and forgotten in the hearth... a glass half full of Dorwinion sat next to a spent quill. The low flame of a candle, meant to melt the deep green sealing wax favored by the king was nearly all but gone. Looking past the parchment cluttered desk of carven oak, Mirkwood's captain laid blue eyes on long thing yet powerful fingers which rested upon a still lap. The long sleeves of that all-too-familiar burgundy robe were draped casually over the armrests upon which elbows found purchase. Legede's gaze traveled upward, past the baubles upon finger and chest, to take in the slender neck nestled within the robe's high hemmed collar. Long straight blond hair, the color of starlight, fell around a peaceful visage. There was no mark nor blemish upon that fair skin, not a hint whatsoever of the pain that lay beneath the illusion. Full eyebrows accented cunning blue eyes, closed in silent reverie. Delicately pointed ears peeked out from that golden cascade, for the Elf before him bore no crown tonight. Legede opened his mouth to speak but lips which belonged to his lord, quirked into the tiniest of smirks, beat him to any words.
"Boe dannen losto." Thranduil spoke, blue gaze opening to light upon his friend.
The Elvenking remained comfortably seated in his high-backed carved seat. On this night of all nights, Thranduil found solace and peace, not in his bedchambers after a long day... but within his study, where he could not so readily be reminded of that which he had lost.
Smirking in return, Legede walked over to a low table near his liege. He took up a carafe of wine in one hand and an empty glass in the other, before returning to the king and, not only pouring himself a drink, but also refilling the half-full silver cup which sat forgotten.
"Hannon le." Thranduil said in thanks as he reached for the glass.
Legede smiled, "'Sen no haew, hir nin." he replied in good humor as they shared a drink.
At that, the Elvenking truly smiled.


END


Translations:
Haew = (Custom) Tradition
Boe dannen losto. = I must have fallen (to sleep) asleep.
Hannon le. = Thank you.
Sen no haew, hir nin. = This is (custom) tradition, my lord.


Translation Notes: Sentence #1: "Boe dannen losto."
- Boe = Must / This refers to a need to do something.
- Dannen = I Having falled / Obviously 'falled' isn't a word so in this sense it is meaning 'having fallen' or 'have fallen'. I had a lot of problems figuring this one out...
- Losto = Sleep / This is the imperative form of 'losta-' which is 'to sleep'.


Translation Notes: Sentence #2: "Sen ni haew, hir nin."
- Sen = This / Meaning the non-spoken 'this'.
- No = Is / Imperative form for 'he is/she is/it is'.
- Haew = Custom / Used in this sense as 'tradition'.
- Hir = My
- Nin = Lord


Author's Notes:
- There is no Elvish word for "Tradition" so I went with the synonym "Custom" since you can say "As is Tradition" and "As is Custom" and they're pretty much the same.
- Because these are tiny drabbles, I will NOT be doing Muse Moments for each chapter.
- I was inspired to do these by Nyx Thranduilion who is also doing them. The original 100-drabbles challenge is the invention of NirCele.
- All 100 of my drabbles will be Thranduil related... WEEE!
- None of my drabbles will be in any sort of order.