This is another one shot thing. Very short, a little silly. A bit of a glance at my new story Fire and Water, which will be coming out as soon as I get through with a few of my other works.
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What is in a name?
"Glorfindel!" a young voice yelled, as Elladan skidded into his room.
Glorfindel set his quill aside, and looked at the young ten year old Elfling.
"Yes, Elladan?" Glorfindel asked.
"I found out what your name means in Sinadarin!" the young Elf exclaimed, seemingly unpleased by what he had found.
"What does it mean?" Glorfindel asked, trying to humor the child, as he already knew the meaning.
"It means golden haired horror! But you're not a horror," Elladan said confidently, then seemed to rethink what he had said, "Are you?"
Glorfindel chuckled slightly, and beckoned to the young one. Elladan obliged, coming to him and crawling into his lap. He looked up into the older Elf's face, wondering how the other could find this amusing.
"Well, I probably was one when I was younger, though I was never truly a child. But no, I am not a horror in such a sense as you mean," Glorfindel said, smiling at Elladan.
"Then why were you named that?" Elladan asked.
"Because, in my native language of Quenya, it meant golden tress, del didn't become horror until Sinadarin developed," Glorfindel explained.
"Oh," Elladan said, and seemed to think this over.
"Where is your brother?" Glorfindel asked after it seemed that the child had accepted this.
"Oh, he's..." Elladan trailed off as a similar piping voice of the missing Elfling echoed down the hall, then the said Elfling peeked into the room.
Glorfindel chuckled, knowing it was nearly impossible to separate the two for long.
Elorhir smiled at his soft laughter, and crawled up to sit upon Glorfindel's lap as well. The boys were so slight, that they had no trouble sharing room upon his long legs. Glorfindel chuckled again, but stopped once he saw Elrohir's face, which reflected an intense study focused upon him.
"If you have come to ask me if I am a horror, I would love to tell you that I am not," Glorfindel said, and smiled.
Elrohir giggled, "That was what I wanted to ask, Glorfy."
"Well then, as I explained to your brother. My name is Quenya for golden tress; Sinadarin was a much later ordeal," Glorfindel said.
"Who named you that?" Elladan asked.
"A boy only a few years older then you yourself," Glorfindel said, and smiled sadly.
"What was your name before?" Elrohir asked.
"Nárello, which meant fire. My young friend did not like it, said it seemed to harsh for me," Glorfindel said, his smile lightening slightly.
"I'll say," Elladan said.
Elrohir elbowed him in the ribs, and then smiled at Glorfindel, "What was his name?"
"He could never tell me his true name, so I named him Ecthelion. But that tale is for another day. You two had best get ready for lunch, or your Father may think I am trying to starve you," Glorfindel said, mock serious.
The twins giggled, and got off his lap.
"Thanks for explaining that to us, Glorfy," they said together, then ran off.
Glorfindel smiled as he watched them, his old memories settling, yet he still held the image of one silver haired child within his mind's eye briefly, then it too faded. He returned to his work.
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What is in a name?
"Glorfindel!" a young voice yelled, as Elladan skidded into his room.
Glorfindel set his quill aside, and looked at the young ten year old Elfling.
"Yes, Elladan?" Glorfindel asked.
"I found out what your name means in Sinadarin!" the young Elf exclaimed, seemingly unpleased by what he had found.
"What does it mean?" Glorfindel asked, trying to humor the child, as he already knew the meaning.
"It means golden haired horror! But you're not a horror," Elladan said confidently, then seemed to rethink what he had said, "Are you?"
Glorfindel chuckled slightly, and beckoned to the young one. Elladan obliged, coming to him and crawling into his lap. He looked up into the older Elf's face, wondering how the other could find this amusing.
"Well, I probably was one when I was younger, though I was never truly a child. But no, I am not a horror in such a sense as you mean," Glorfindel said, smiling at Elladan.
"Then why were you named that?" Elladan asked.
"Because, in my native language of Quenya, it meant golden tress, del didn't become horror until Sinadarin developed," Glorfindel explained.
"Oh," Elladan said, and seemed to think this over.
"Where is your brother?" Glorfindel asked after it seemed that the child had accepted this.
"Oh, he's..." Elladan trailed off as a similar piping voice of the missing Elfling echoed down the hall, then the said Elfling peeked into the room.
Glorfindel chuckled, knowing it was nearly impossible to separate the two for long.
Elorhir smiled at his soft laughter, and crawled up to sit upon Glorfindel's lap as well. The boys were so slight, that they had no trouble sharing room upon his long legs. Glorfindel chuckled again, but stopped once he saw Elrohir's face, which reflected an intense study focused upon him.
"If you have come to ask me if I am a horror, I would love to tell you that I am not," Glorfindel said, and smiled.
Elrohir giggled, "That was what I wanted to ask, Glorfy."
"Well then, as I explained to your brother. My name is Quenya for golden tress; Sinadarin was a much later ordeal," Glorfindel said.
"Who named you that?" Elladan asked.
"A boy only a few years older then you yourself," Glorfindel said, and smiled sadly.
"What was your name before?" Elrohir asked.
"Nárello, which meant fire. My young friend did not like it, said it seemed to harsh for me," Glorfindel said, his smile lightening slightly.
"I'll say," Elladan said.
Elrohir elbowed him in the ribs, and then smiled at Glorfindel, "What was his name?"
"He could never tell me his true name, so I named him Ecthelion. But that tale is for another day. You two had best get ready for lunch, or your Father may think I am trying to starve you," Glorfindel said, mock serious.
The twins giggled, and got off his lap.
"Thanks for explaining that to us, Glorfy," they said together, then ran off.
Glorfindel smiled as he watched them, his old memories settling, yet he still held the image of one silver haired child within his mind's eye briefly, then it too faded. He returned to his work.