Count Up

Eldarion: 6

"Daerada, how long do you think I can hold my breath for?"

"Very long, I am sure, tithen pen, but right now, we are doing something different," Elrond said with a sigh as he looked at his fidgeting grandson. Eldarion was sat on the other side of his desk, a piece of parchment and a quill laying disregarded on the far side of the wooden table.

He had been trying to teach him Elvish, seeing as he was growing up and would need to know it when he was older, but he was the equivalent of a six-year-old human, and he just didn't know how to stay still!

"Sorry, Daerada."

"Do you remember how to say 'sorry' in Elvish?"

"No."

Elrond had to refrain himself from rolling his eyes. "Could you at least try?"

Eldarion hesitated for a moment before replying. "No. Daerada, I bet I could hold it for at least one minute!"

Elrond put down his quill and leant back in his chair dramatically. "You are a nightmare to teach, Eldarion!"

"Sorry."

Elrond waved the apology off, knowing he didn't really mean it. Suddenly, an idea found its way into his brain. "How about," he started, "you hold your breath and I count in Elvish. Afterwards, you must repeat the numbers to me, alright?"

A huge grin found its way onto the child's features and he eagerly began bouncing up and down in his seat. "Yes, yes!"

"Are you ready? Remember to listen-"

"I'm ready, Daerada!"

The boy sucked in a huge breath before sitting as still as he could, cheeks puffed out in a way that reminded the elf lord of a hamster who had stuffed his mouth with food.

"Mîn," he began.

Eldarion didn't move.

"Tâd."

He shifted slightly in his chair.

"Nêl."

His cheeks evidently got bigger.

"Canad."

They began to tinge red.

"Leben."

He squeezed his eyes shut.

"Eneg."

His whole face turned a bright shade of crimson.

"Odog-"

Eldarion's cheeks deflated and he fell forward in his chair, greedily sucking in air as if he hadn't had any for days.

"What does 'odog' mean, Daerada?" he asked, out of breath.

"It means 'seven', tithen pen," Elrond told him with a smile.

The elfling looked up, a huge grin on his face. "Seven minutes! Wait until I tell Ada!"

Elrond didn't bother to tell him that he was in fact a little off, instead leaning forward and looking the boy in the eyes. "Yes, well done. However, now we must talk about what you have learned. Can you count up to three for me?"

Eldarion frowned, clearly trying to think, before looking up at his grandfather. "No."

Elvish used:

Daerada – Grandad

Tithen pen – Little one

(The numbers in Elvish are one-seven… you get the picture XD)

Ada – Dad/Daddy

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