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A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates, but I'm busy with many, many other fics right now... ^_^
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Glorfindel looked at her incredulously for a moment, refusing to believe that the mortal girl standing in front of him, who was twenty centimetres shorter than him was saying that she would speak to his king. Ren smiled weakly up to the so-much-taller elf, crossing her fingers behind her back and hoping that she would get out of this affair alive. Well, at least in one piece. With the heart still beating. And organs still functioning... More or less.
'LE?! Le? Quente an nin ERAIN?' [YOU?! You? Speak to my KING?]
Nodding frustratedly, Ren finally let her temper go. Inez winced from behind her, knowing what was coming, feeling sorry for the elf lord that was going to experience something best left unsaid.
'IM! IM LE TUG ORCO! MAN CARE LE KENA SINOME NOLE ELDARINWA? IM!' [ME! ME YOU FAT ORC! WHO DO YOU SEE HERE HAS KNOWLEDGE OF ELVISH? ME!]
Glorfindel looked rather alarmed at the young mortal that was screaming at him, the immortal Elf, calling him a fat orc of all things. Shu Wen sniggered in the background, knowing the very basics of Elvish cursing, having survived certain... occasions where screaming at someone who did not know what you were talking about was very useful. Glorfindel simply looked at Ren impassively, while the teachers looked alarmed at her outburst. Ren threw her hands into the air, muttering to herself.
'Ulundo Malkaruako Eldar man u-istima Eldarinwa a lambe o edain!' [Vile, evil Balrog Elf who does not understand Elvish or the tongue of man!]
Glorfindel looked sharply over to her and spoke in English, reprimanding her.
'Do not speak of such evil here! The days are not safe, not with Melkor around. Much that is hidden from us we will never know.
Muttering under her breath as they moved off, Ren said,
'But I do.'
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AN HOUR LATER
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'Why is this taking so long?'
'Why is it so cold?'
'Why can't we just go back?'
'Where are we going?'
'What's happening?'
'Where are we?
'Whe-'
'WILL YOU PEOPLE JUST SHUT UP!'
Ren stared angrily at the horde of complaining students and dazzled looking teachers. They were only their way, and had passed the main gates, and only had one more to go. Of course, the rest did not know that. Not that they needed to. Ren cut off her death glare and continued plodding forward. Glorfindel looked over at her.
'Your people are rather vulgar, are they not?'
'Dina.' [Shut up.]
The elf only laughed slightly. Growling softly, Ren put on a dangerous tone.
'Glorfindel, le u-istima tanya Im a nin mellin quente limbe lambe. Minque, nin noa. Le u-saira iire mine o me uva quete le mi minque.' [Glorfindel, you do not know that me and my friends speak many languages? 11, I think. You do not know when one of us will speak of you in one.]
The elf did not comment. They soon
reached the final outer gate to the city.