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 the rights to The Lord of the Rings or The Hobbit, I just adore them to pieces.
Author's Note: Please scroll to the bottom to find the English Only Version without Sindarin dialogue.
Gonod
Teaching Elflings was hard. Teaching Legolas was near impossible. Getting the Elfling to actually sit still was a miracle in and of itself. Thus, Thranduil was quite relieved when the Elfling plopped himself down on the floor with a handful of arrows. Luckily their points were all dull and blunted.
"Ada, Moro onen in philinn." ~{["Father, Moro gave me his arrows.]}~
Smiling, the Elvenking moved to sit upon the rug beside his son. " I onen. Sir golthannath, tithen pen, natha nediol ti." ~{[Indeed he did. Today's lesson, little one, is to count them.]}~
The Elfling scrunched up his face. "Algothannath..." ~{["No lesson...]}~
"I golthannath, egor le annathon philinn. ~{[Yes lesson, or you shall have to return the arrows.]}~
Legolas clutched the tan shafts close to his chest, "Nin." he retorted, turning away from his father. ~{[Mine]}~
"San nediol ti, ion nin." the king spoke, placing his hands in his lap. ~{[Then count them, my son.]}~
Casting his father with a blatant look of suspicion, the Elfling took one and dropped it on the rug. "Min." ~{[One.]}~
He took hold of another and dropped it. "Tad." ~{[Two.]}~
And yet one more. "Nel." ~{[Three.]}~
Holding another, Legolas hesitated. "Umm... ada, mana ab nel?" ~{[Umm... ada, what is after three?"]}~
Thranduil held up four fingers, "Canad." ~{[Four.]}~
Smiling like he knew the answer the whole time, Legolas dropped the arrow. "Canad." Again the child hesitated. ~{[Four.]}~
He looked up at Thranduil who held up five fingers, but instead of the right answer, the prince blurted out the first number that came to mind. "Odog." ~{[Seven.]}~
"Al si odog." his father corrected him, showing him seven fingers. ~{[No, this is seven.]}~
"Eneg?" ~{[Six?]}~
But when Elvenking shook his head, Legolas suddenly beamed.
"Leben!" ~{[Five!]}~
With a smile his father nodded and the Elfling grabbed another arrow. "Eneg a odog a pae!" ~{[Six and seven and ten!]}~
Sighing, Thranduil knew it was going to be a long day indeed.
END
Translations:
Gonod = To count up (Counting Up)
Ada, Moro onen in philinn. = Father, Moro gave me his arrows.
I onen. = He did.
Sir golthannath, tithen pen, natha nediol ti. = Today's lesson, little one, is to count them.
Algolthannath... = No lesson...
I golthannath, egor le annathon philinn. = Yes lesson, or you shall have to return the arrows.
Nin. = Mine.
San nediol ti, ion nin. = Then count them, my son.
Min. = One.
Tad. = Two.
Nel. = Three.
Umm... ada, mana ab nel? = Umm... father, what is after three?
Canad. = Four.
Odog. = Seven.
Al si odog. = No this is seven.
Eneg? = Six?
Leben! = Five!
Eneg a odog a pae! = Six and seven and ten!
English Only Version:
Counting Down
Teaching Elflings was hard. Teaching Legolas was near impossible. Getting the Elfling to actually sit still was a miracle in and of itself. Thus, Thranduil was quite relieved when the Elfling plopped himself down on the floor with a handful of arrows. Luckily their points were all dull and blunted."Father, Moro gave me his arrows."
Smiling, the Elvenking moved to sit upon the rug beside his son. "Indeed he did. Today's lesson, little one, is to count them."
The Elfling scrunched up his face. "No lesson..."
"Yes lesson, or you shall have to return the arrows."
Legolas clutched the tan shafts close to his chest, "Mine." he retorted, turning away from his father.
"Then count them, my son." the king spoke, placing his hands in his lap.
Casting his father with a blatant look of suspicion, the Elfling took one and dropped it on the rug. "One."
He took hold of another and dropped it. "Two."
And yet one more. "Three."
Holding another, Legolas hesitated. "Umm... father, what is after three?"
Thranduil held up four fingers, "Four."
Smiling like he knew the answer the whole time, Legolas dropped the arrow. "Four." Again the child hesitated.
He looked up at Thranduil who held up five fingers, but instead of the right answer, the prince blurted out the first number that came to mind. "Seven."
"No, this is seven." his father corrected him, showing him seven fingers.
"Six?"
But when Elvenking shook his head, Legolas suddenly beamed.
"Five!"
With a smile his father nodded and the Elfling grabbed another arrow. "Six and seven and ten!"
Sighing, Thranduil knew it was going to be a long day indeed.
END
Author's Notes:
- Sindarin isn't going to be 100% accurate because I'm still learning. I suck at syntax. Please forgive me. Sources include David Salo's "A Gateway to Sindarin" (ISBN: 0-87480-800-6) and Parf Edhellen (elfdict dot come) and Elendilion (Elendilion dot pl)
- Morolas "Moro" is a character of my own design. You may use him but please ask permission first.
- 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 in the invention of NirCele.
- All 100 of my drabbles will be Thranduil related... WEE!
- None of my drabbles will be in any sort of chronological order.