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A/n: Sorry to anyone who might know Elvish – I've only skimmed my Tolkien language book (beating head against wall in Dobby-like fashion), and therefore know nothing about sentence structure. However, with the help of that book, I only truly made up one word. (Melad, from the Latin root Mela for black, or coloring or some such thing) Anyway, I apologize most sincerely for massacring what I feel is the greatest language on Earth.
The Language Barrier
Our Spanish class was very small, with only 16 people. Class started and Maegith and Jess had introduced me to the teacher, Mrs. Casa. "Well, Daniel, it's nice to have you with us. I'm afraid you'll be a bit lost, because the others have been taking this class for several years. Since this is a language class, why don't you say something in the African language you know?"
I froze for a second. Then, I remembered what Raistlin had said about just using Elvish. "Oh. Ok. This is Kunama, a minor language spoken in my village: Nan melad alredhelo Silvanesti, ar silalyeu." Literally, I'm a Dark Elf from Silvanesti, and thou shinest not. Spoken to one who knows the language, the latter part is an idiom meaning that you're idiots. I then translated for the class. "I said 'my name is Daniel Silver and I'm glad to be here.'"
"Wow Daniel." The teacher said. "That's neat. Your language is more musical than I expected."
I held back a laugh, knowing what I had really said. "Thank you, Ma'am." I also heard Raistlin snickering, because he was fairly fluent in all of the elven tongues.
*Nice phrase, apprentice! Not exactly what I'd been thinking of when I'd suggested using Elvish, but appropriate from what I've seen so far.* He chuckled again. I snickered back, and turned my attention back on the class. I had missed the suspicious, confused glance that Jess and Maegith exchanged. Mrs. Casa had been correct, and there was not much I could understand from the class. Finally though, the class was over and so was the day.
Author's Note: Well, sorry for the short chapter. It made both the last and next chapters too long, if I'd added it either place, so it's here. Deal with it. ~_^ I'll put up more on review. Speaking of reviews: Thank you, my wonderful reviewers! You people rock!
Kenderling: My motto is "Female gym teachers are clinically insane, but male gym teachers are the avatar of evil!" You didn't have to do the mile in high school? I hate you! ~_^ By the way, I really did draw doodles in my science book of Dally and Raist, mostly because of my teacher's unhealthy obsession with rabbits. Mostly the only reason I kept the cursed thing... Sorry, you may not kill Catalina. Hard as it may be to believe, she does have a part to play. Thanks for the encouragement!
Guan: Thanks muchly!
Jade Limill: Don't we all? ^_^
A/n: Sorry to anyone who might know Elvish – I've only skimmed my Tolkien language book (beating head against wall in Dobby-like fashion), and therefore know nothing about sentence structure. However, with the help of that book, I only truly made up one word. (Melad, from the Latin root Mela for black, or coloring or some such thing) Anyway, I apologize most sincerely for massacring what I feel is the greatest language on Earth.
The Language Barrier
Our Spanish class was very small, with only 16 people. Class started and Maegith and Jess had introduced me to the teacher, Mrs. Casa. "Well, Daniel, it's nice to have you with us. I'm afraid you'll be a bit lost, because the others have been taking this class for several years. Since this is a language class, why don't you say something in the African language you know?"
I froze for a second. Then, I remembered what Raistlin had said about just using Elvish. "Oh. Ok. This is Kunama, a minor language spoken in my village: Nan melad alredhelo Silvanesti, ar silalyeu." Literally, I'm a Dark Elf from Silvanesti, and thou shinest not. Spoken to one who knows the language, the latter part is an idiom meaning that you're idiots. I then translated for the class. "I said 'my name is Daniel Silver and I'm glad to be here.'"
"Wow Daniel." The teacher said. "That's neat. Your language is more musical than I expected."
I held back a laugh, knowing what I had really said. "Thank you, Ma'am." I also heard Raistlin snickering, because he was fairly fluent in all of the elven tongues.
*Nice phrase, apprentice! Not exactly what I'd been thinking of when I'd suggested using Elvish, but appropriate from what I've seen so far.* He chuckled again. I snickered back, and turned my attention back on the class. I had missed the suspicious, confused glance that Jess and Maegith exchanged. Mrs. Casa had been correct, and there was not much I could understand from the class. Finally though, the class was over and so was the day.
Author's Note: Well, sorry for the short chapter. It made both the last and next chapters too long, if I'd added it either place, so it's here. Deal with it. ~_^ I'll put up more on review. Speaking of reviews: Thank you, my wonderful reviewers! You people rock!
Kenderling: My motto is "Female gym teachers are clinically insane, but male gym teachers are the avatar of evil!" You didn't have to do the mile in high school? I hate you! ~_^ By the way, I really did draw doodles in my science book of Dally and Raist, mostly because of my teacher's unhealthy obsession with rabbits. Mostly the only reason I kept the cursed thing... Sorry, you may not kill Catalina. Hard as it may be to believe, she does have a part to play. Thanks for the encouragement!
Guan: Thanks muchly!
Jade Limill: Don't we all? ^_^