Okay, I can't find out what is you in Sindarin, so the translation is rough, besides that some words don't fit completely. But please do not flame just because I screwed up a little on the language, I am still learning it.
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Glorfindel's POV
Warmth, that is the first thing I recognize as I come from the darkness that has enshrouded me. I can feel cloth against my skin, and I recognize the feeling of another Elf, though I have no memory of how I know these things. I just do.
The one holding me is whispering something, and I find that I can understand what he is saying, but I do not fully understand everything. He does sound concern, I should try to let him I am alive.
"Nin cuin," I breathe. (I/me alive)
"Galu! Nin nauth gurth orthor. Edra heneb, hên, " the elf said gently. (Blessedness! I thought death conquered, (you). Open (your) eyes, child.}
I struggle and finally open my eyes. At first, all as blurry, but it comes into focus. I am then looking into the dark gray eyes of the elf holding me. He is a young one, maybe a few years old, with dark hair, so very unlike my golden hair. I can sense he is kind, and gaining wisdom, but I do not know how this is.
At the same time, he is studying me as well and seems to read something in my eyes as I read from his.
"Iaur min!" he exclaims. (Ancient one!)
"Ai! Al, mellon," I say, giggling slightly, (Ah! No, friend.)
"Esta?" he asks. ((Your) Name?)
I search my memory, but could not remember it. That is very strange, for I know I knew it once.
"Nin gerin al isto o ha," I say, trouble brewing in my heart. Why can I not remember? (I have no knowledge of it.)
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Elrond's POV
I look down at him sadly. I am sure he is of the ancient, for his eyes tell so. They have that ancient wisdom in them that I have only seen in the elder, the first. But he does not seem to remember, and that wisdom is clouded by something. But I shall not press, for this child is still to weak to answer everything.
I look around and realize in full where we are. This is where Glorfindel of the House of the Golden Flower fell, and was laid underneath this stone grave. I look again at the child. Golden hair, and bright green eyes, just like how lore described Glorfindel of old. The child was upon Glorfindel's grave and that is where I found him. Glorfindel protected my family in the days of old, who better to send to help me?
"Nin esta Glorfindel," I say. (I will name (you) Glorfindel.)
He smiles and then hugs my neck. He then pulls back and looks at me.
"Esta?" he asks. ((Your) Name?)
"Elrond Half-Elven," I answer him, returning his smile slightly.
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Glorfindel's POV
Warmth, that is the first thing I recognize as I come from the darkness that has enshrouded me. I can feel cloth against my skin, and I recognize the feeling of another Elf, though I have no memory of how I know these things. I just do.
The one holding me is whispering something, and I find that I can understand what he is saying, but I do not fully understand everything. He does sound concern, I should try to let him I am alive.
"Nin cuin," I breathe. (I/me alive)
"Galu! Nin nauth gurth orthor. Edra heneb, hên, " the elf said gently. (Blessedness! I thought death conquered, (you). Open (your) eyes, child.}
I struggle and finally open my eyes. At first, all as blurry, but it comes into focus. I am then looking into the dark gray eyes of the elf holding me. He is a young one, maybe a few years old, with dark hair, so very unlike my golden hair. I can sense he is kind, and gaining wisdom, but I do not know how this is.
At the same time, he is studying me as well and seems to read something in my eyes as I read from his.
"Iaur min!" he exclaims. (Ancient one!)
"Ai! Al, mellon," I say, giggling slightly, (Ah! No, friend.)
"Esta?" he asks. ((Your) Name?)
I search my memory, but could not remember it. That is very strange, for I know I knew it once.
"Nin gerin al isto o ha," I say, trouble brewing in my heart. Why can I not remember? (I have no knowledge of it.)
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Elrond's POV
I look down at him sadly. I am sure he is of the ancient, for his eyes tell so. They have that ancient wisdom in them that I have only seen in the elder, the first. But he does not seem to remember, and that wisdom is clouded by something. But I shall not press, for this child is still to weak to answer everything.
I look around and realize in full where we are. This is where Glorfindel of the House of the Golden Flower fell, and was laid underneath this stone grave. I look again at the child. Golden hair, and bright green eyes, just like how lore described Glorfindel of old. The child was upon Glorfindel's grave and that is where I found him. Glorfindel protected my family in the days of old, who better to send to help me?
"Nin esta Glorfindel," I say. (I will name (you) Glorfindel.)
He smiles and then hugs my neck. He then pulls back and looks at me.
"Esta?" he asks. ((Your) Name?)
"Elrond Half-Elven," I answer him, returning his smile slightly.
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