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A/N: Thanks for the constructive criticism! I'm just a 12 yr. old self taught Elvish speaker, so pardon me if my language is less than satisfactory. Thanks anyways! =) Revision: STUPID! Melian my foot. I meant Idril. THANK YOU FOR POINTING THAT OUT!!! I owe you!
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Glorfindel was having a bad day. And that was most probably putting things lightly. He stood by the gate, quarrelling with Ecthelion, who was on the other side of the gate. Ren could do a rough translation that he was going along the lines of 'Let me in or I'll chop your head off when I do get in' or something like that. Ecthelion then asked who they, being Ren and her friends, were. Glorfindel turned to her.
'What is your Elvish name, again?'
Ren gave it a moments thought. She decided to give her real name's Elvish name this time. She doubted Glorfindel would notice.
'Sirithbrethil.'
Glorfindel looked at her oddly.
'I have more than one. Do not ask.'
Glorfindel still looked at her oddly.
'As for the fact that the name means flowing birch, do not push things.'
Glorfindel turned back to Ecthelion. The guard pointed to Ren and asked who she was.
'Sirithbrethil.'
Ecthelion raised an eyebrow, then pointed to Shu Wen.
'Adan.' [Human]
Then Inez.
'Adan.' [Human]
Then Sam...
'Adan.' [Human]
Then the teachers...
'EDAIN!' [Humans]
Ecthelion may have been starting to doubt the sanity of his friend. Glorfindel's teeth-ground answers were for reason, though. Behind him, slightly out of view of Ecthelion, was a group of humans that were solely dedicated to making his life difficult. Ren was lazily tossing stones about him, scoring numerous hits onto his head. After a few more minutes, Ecthelion finally agreed to let them in, and left saying that he would get the gate guard to open the gates for them. The minute he had gone, Glorfindel launched himself onto Ren. The human took flight with all speed, being well versed in running away.
'Daro! DARO! Dara le púrëa quáco rauco!' [Stop! Stop! Stop you discoloured crow of an hostile creature! (Don't ask how I came up with this, I don't know myself..)]
Glorfindel had to forcefully stop himself from drawing bow and shooting the insolent human to death. A minute or so later, Ecthelion had the gates open. Glorfindel took great delight in grabbing the human by her collar and marching her up in front of him. Up they went, through winding stairways before coming to a sort of landing. Moving forward, they got the first glimpse of the city. Rolling hills, fields bejewelled with blossoms of small elanor, tall trees in shaded copses and delicate structures that melded into white buildings with fair lamps that glinted like gems all faded into a brilliant picture of the Elven city of Gondolin. Glorfindel did not let it last, shoving her forward again. Ren scowled and made note to step deliberately on the elf lord's foot as she went. Her friends and teachers trailed slowly behind, herded by the less annoyed Ecthelion. Up and up then walk and walk... Then walk... and walk... At last they came to a large castle, though it would not seem so with its graceful turrets of silver and white, spiralling amidst tall towers that grew from the main structure that weaved and interconnected together like writhing tree branches. The palace of Turgon, king of Gondolin. Ren gulped. Glorfindel grinned. Everyone else oooohhhed and ahhhed.
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Ren was not in a good mood, nor a giving one. The young human had evidently refused to kneel in front of Turgon, thus sat. Idril was smiling, though, and that gave her a bit of assurance that she would not be thrown into the snake pit. Glorfindel, however, was glaring at her with an affronted look on his face. Muttering softly but fiercely, he gave her a hard nudge in the ribs as he bent down to ask whether she had any weapons on her.
'What on Arda are you doing? Kneel, for Elbereth's sake!'
'Bite me.'
Glorfindel glared at her again, before asking through gritted teeth.
'Do you have any sharp objects that could deal out injury on you?'
Ren shrugged and searched her pocket.
'Lesse... Penknife one...'
She tossed out a battered blue penknife.
'Penknife 2, 3 and 4....'
She tossed out three more penknives...
'And the broken metal bits of a floppy disk. (Don't ask)'
Glorfindel, fuming mad, carried off the messy pile on the floor. Turgon looked torn between anger of her insubordination and humour at the telling off of his captain. He addressed the human and her friends, who were behind her, and her teachers, who were behind her friends who were behind her. Right.
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A/N: AND I CLIFFHANG IT! But seriously, I've got to think about the Elvish and I don't have time now...