Tarchas = means = Rude / Rudeness.
Trastadweg = means = Annoying/ to annoy or pester
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"Put it on, or I will run you through right here and right now before you give the Orc a chance. If you're going to die anyways, I don't want to give anything whatever satisfaction he might get from killing a defenseless worm."
"Go ahead!" Galion almost shouted, "At least I wouldn't have to tolerate you anymore!"
"Galion, Eru sake, just strap it on." Thranduil said in a long suffering manner, rubbing his temple at hivign to endure yet another seemingly endless argument between his realms Weapons Master and his own Attendant.
"See?" Ferdan asked before Thranduil was even done speaking.
"No." Galion said again, crossing his arms and meeting Thranduil's eye with burning determination the same moment that Thranduill finished saying, 'on'
Thranduil hated when they got like this. Usually their horrifyingly stubborn personalities did not crossfire over matters, but when it did. It was never good. Beside him, his elk Tarchas caught Thranduil's eye just to demonstrate rolling his own.
"I agree." He mumbled quietly to his stead and friend.
"Just put it on!" Ferdan tried again, face growing redder.
But that just seemed to make Galion all the more secure in his stance and he turned his critical stare back to Ferdan, "No! I am not going to be carrying a weapon, as long as my arm and sharper than my wit!"
Fedan snorted with disdain and crossed his own arms, "Oh please, a completely round rock would be sharper than your wit."
Galions eyes narrowed, "And yet, I'm still winning this fight."
Eyes grew wide with disbelief, "Are you ill? Are you seeing things? What could possibly lead you to think that you're winning? Or could ever possibly win?"
"Do you see a sword strapped to me?" Galion asked haughtily.
"Oh, that's it, " Feradn said and all but attacked Galion with the intention of strapping the sword around his waist against his will. But while Galion may have a grudge against weapons, and while Ferdan was technically only in training for those with weapons, he had still taught Galion enough over the ages to make him very slippery to hold onto indeed.
Ferdan had taught Galion everything he could do defense wise with his body and no weapon with the hopes it might save his life one day.
Which it appeared to be doing that exact moment.
Thranduil waited several long moments trying to decide if any winner would be declared on their own or if he would need to intervene in these situations or not. It was around the time that both of them crashed to the ground and continued to writhe around one another weirdly familiar to two snakes trying to digest each other simultaneously that he decided he should probably stop them.
So with a sigh and another exchange of looks with Tarchas, Thranduil dragged himself over to their squabble in the dirt and picked Galion up and lightly tossed him to the left. Stepping on Ferdan's shirt firmly to keep him from crawling after his appointment.
Both attackers were out of breath and on the verge of sweaty, and somehow the sword belt had ended up several feet away from them.
"Really?" He asked the both of them.
They both instantly began nearly screaming their defense of themselves, but so quickly and loudly Thrandul could not understand literally one single word from either of them.
"Stop!" He shouted, and they both fell silent.
Making a split second decision he turned to Galion, "You go first."
He took the few first seconds of his turn to give Ferdan a somewhat superior look before proclaiming to all that wished to hear, and several that did not: "I made a deal with Eru when the Valar began this cursed war. I would participate in it on one single condition, no weapons!"
Not done speaking but wanting to make a point Galion turned iron eyes back to Ferdan, "I'll carry books, I'll carry paper, I'll carry elfings, I'll carry a tune, I'll carry a torch, I'll carry forward, carry on, carry over. I'll even carry a passive aggressive letter straight into the pits of Mordor, but I will NOT carry a weapon!"
Instead of replying to Galion, Ferdan cut a withering stare to Legolas, Avaleina, Farlen and a few other young elves who had settled in a tree nearby to watch the spectacle with great interest. Most of them stopped their laughter immediately, but ture to her character, Ava was not able to stifle her joy in time and so she was singled out.
"Unless you have a solution ready this very instant, there had better not be any laughing."
A common rule among his training fields. There would be no laughing or mocking another warrior unless you were fully prepared to do it even better than them three times in a row. But even after the threat her laughter did not lessen in the slightest.
"Get down here and solve it then," Ferdan demanded with crossed arms and an expression more stern than stone.
Avaleina leapt down for the tree and approached the group of them without a word, snatching Galions sword belt off of the ground and then slide the sword into its place. Without pausing or glancing around she looped the belt through its loop and but the peg through the hole to keep it that size.
Walking over to the elk that was supposed to carry Galion today, she gave them all a pointed look as she slipped the belt of the horn of the saddle. Where it hung within perfect arms reach, should the need arise.
"There," She said, "Trastadweg can carry the weapon, then."
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