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Chapter Six
SUMMARY: Sigrid learns an important life lesson, with her Ada's help, then he shows her something very special to him.
Hilda's been holding everything together and keeping things running, but even she has limits.
Through letters written to Dale, we find out what happened with those two ladies who manhandled Sigrid and Bain, but sadly, there is more to the story than even they know...
The Woodland Realm, 13th of January 2942 T.A.
Thranduil entered his chambers in the early afternoon to get something when a stirring in the next apartment caught his eye. His brows drew together with worry, as entered the room and found Sigrid sitting alone on the big couch. "Are you ill, Iellig?"
She looked up in surprise. "Oh, I'm fine, Ada. It's just that…" her fingers fumbled in her lap. "Do you remember that patient Elénaril was so concerned about?"
"I do. Did something happen?"
"Aye; he just died."
"I am sorry, Iellig." He took her hand. "Was he not recovering?"
"He was starting to, yeah." She sighed. "He was badly burned in the fires, and Elénaril was able to ward off infection, while much of his skin healed, but she thinks his body just got tired of fighting. His heart was sounding weak earlier, and she told me he wasn't going to last long."
Thranduil put his arm around her and she leaned into him. "What happened?"
"He just… stopped. I don't know how else to explain it.
"Perhaps his spirit got weary as well as his body."
Sigrid turned her head and met his gaze. "I don't like to think it, but you're right. His parents died in Laketown, and the girl he was about to marry died during the Battle, fighting beside Auntie Hil. He had no one, so I sometimes sat and talked with him, to keep him company."
"Is that why you are sad?"
"It's not that, really. I never saw anyone die before - not up close, anyway - but I just hated the idea of his dying all by himself. Please don't be mad, but I sneaked out of classes to sit with him. I wanted to make sure he had someone with him, to hold his hand."
"I highly doubt you went unnoticed, though I will speak to Daeron about it."
"Don't get mad at him, Ada; it's my fault for not saying anything to him!"
"Why did you not tell him?"
"What if he said no? Or maybe he'd tell you and you wouldn't let me." Her jaw was set in determination.
"If he had, I would have allowed it." Thranduil lifted her chin. "No one should be forced to leave this life without kind word to ease the way. Perhaps that is why Daeron permitted it, and was hoping you would tell me, as well. But you must never do that again, do you understand?"
"I won't. I'm sorry; I couldn't let him be alone like that."
"It was a brave thing to do; are you all right?"
"I am." Sigrid turned her head and grew pensive. "I can't explain it. I thought it would be horrible, but it was like, he knew his time was over here, and was ready to go. In a strange way, it was beautiful."
"Not strange at all. Your friend went on to see his family, and who would not be happy about that? Being a witness to moment like is very powerful, and when the person is ready, it is a profound and experience."
"Do you believe that's true, or is it just something people tell themselves, when someone dies, so they can accept it?"
"Perhaps a bit of both. Beliefs and traditions remind us that they have gone to a place of peace, and we can go on without them." Thranduil gave her a sad smile. "I am afraid it does not cure our grief, but it helps, sometimes."
"When Mam died, I don't know how Da got through it."
"Uncle Percy and Aunt Hilda were there to help him shoulder the burden, and do not doubt you children helped him get through the days."
"When Tilda was a baby, she always laughed at the seagulls," Sigrid leaned her head on his shoulder. "When I looked up and saw him smiled at her, I almost started crying."
"Why?" The Elvenking rested his cheek against her hair.
"I'd forgotten what Da's laugh sounded like, and had been so long since Da had even smiled, that it looked strange on him…" she quickly wiped her eye. "It broke my heart to think he'd been hurting so."
Thranduil's chest grew heavy, and he swallowed hard. "You were just a little girl, not much older than Tilda is now. Your Da was right to shield you from his grief, Iellig.
"Da said you had a hard time when your wife died, too."
"As I'm sure you are learning in your studies, a grieving Elf faces danger of fading, when a spouse dies." He rested his chin on her head, and whispered, "I struggled for a very long time."
"What helped you?"
"Galion helped me a great deal, and some things happened during the Battle which opened my heart again, and when your father and I fell in love, he and you children have filled it."
"How did Da help you with your wife?"
"He understood, and helped me find the courage to face my memories again. He helped me bear the pain, and eventually, I released much of it. I think Mírelen would be happy for me."
"What did she look like?"
Thranduil smiled, and got up, holding out his hand. "Come, and you shall find out for yourself."
He took her to a storage room, where Thranduil and his guards opened a huge crate, full of flat bundles wrapped in thick woolen blankets and cedar shavings. He took a smaller bundle out of the crate and took it over to Sigrid and together they carefully unwrapped it.
Mírelen was wearing a green dress, with embroidery on the bodice, and her diadem had green jewels in it. She was sitting in their garden, holding a bouquet of white lilies, as the sun shone on her hair, accentuating the waves that framed her face.
Almost instantly, a rush of memories flooded him, and his heart pounded against his chest wall. It had been over nine hundred years since he had gazed upon her likeness. Thranduil forced himself to take some deep long breaths, and said, "What do you think, Iellig?"
"Oh, my goodness, Ada!" Sigrid gasped; her eyes wide. "She's so pretty!"
"She was lovely, was she not?" He touched the painting above her collarbone, and took Sigrid's hand. "And her heart was even more beautiful."
"Why are these pictures boxed up?"
Thranduil smiled down at her. "Why indeed? Do you have a theory?"
"I think you were too sad to see them, because you missed her too much." Her eyes narrowed as she studied Mírelen's face. "Legolas looks like her."
"He is very like her, except for his hair and eyes which he gets from his grandfather, King Oropher. But Legolas has her features and skin tone."
"I wish I had a picture of my Mam. I hardly remember what she looks like anymore, and Tilda doesn't know her at all. It doesn't seem fair."
"Does your father not tell you how much like your mother you are?" Thranduil reminded her.
Sigrid sighed. "Yes, he does. I'm proud of it, but it's not the same, is it?"
The Elvenking cupped her cheek. "You have Bard's chin, I think. Hênig, it is not important that you be a copy of your mother, for anyone's sake; especially your own. It is nice to resemble someone you loved, but, most of all, you are you." He smiled into her blue eyes. "If your mother was still living, I think she would tell you this, too. Now," Thranduil turned back to the paintings, "I believe it is time for my people to see their beloved Queen once more, do you not agree?"
Later that evening, the Elvenking reminded the children to finish their letters. "Children, have you finished your letters? The supply wagon will be leaving early tomorrow morning, and we are gathering the correspondence this evening."
"I'm done!" said Bain.
"Me too! I wrote to Da, and I even wrote to Tauriel and Uncle Percy!" Tilda lisped with a grin. "Galion wanted me to write them when I sit at his desk, and I even drew a picture of my new room, and Esta!"
"That is excellent, Tithen Pen; where are they now?"
"They are already in the box, My Lord," said Galion, as he was serving dessert.
"It was easy to draw Esta, 'cause she's black and white. But I wish Da could see the color of my bedspread and stuff."
"I have some colored pencils you can use with Galion, and we can set up something in my studio for you to paint, would you like that?"
"That'd be so much fun!" She clapped her hands together.
"I'm done, too," Sigrid finished chewing. "Bain, want me to grab yours?"
"Sure." Bain said, around a mouthful of pie.
"I'll go get mine now; I'm finished eating, anyway." Hilda got up out of her chair, and had almost made it to the door, when her knees buckled. Galion rushed to her and managed to catch her before she hit the floor.
"AUNTIE!" Bain shouted.
They all flew out of their chairs and gathered around the woman, cradled in Galion's arms.
"I'm… fine." Hilda whispered. "I'm just a little tired, that's all."
"No wonder you're tired; you've been going at top speed since Laketown!" Sigrid put her hands on her hips. "Ada, you should take her to see Elénaril. I think she should be checked."
"I agree," Thranduil said, and he and Galion got her to her feet.
"No, I don't need to see any healer! I'm fine I tell you!" Hilda protested.
"I intend to make sure you stay that way." Over Hilda's protests, Thranduil and Galion steered her toward the door. The Elvenking looked at the faces of all the children. "Would you please come with us? I'll need your help to make sure your Auntie Hil gets there, I think."
Tilda took Sigrid's hand, and together, the little group headed for the Healing Halls, with Hilda arguing the entire time.
"You're using the kids to blackmail me, aren't you?"
Thranduil looked at her out of the corner of his eyes. "I admit nothing."
LETTERS FROM THE WOODLAND REALM
To Bard from Thranduil:
Meleth nîn,
Thank you for your gift of the book; it is perfect, Bard! After the children are in bed, I spend an hour or so writing to my son about his mother. I am hoping to finish it in time send to Rivendell in the spring, and Elrond will keep it for him.
Bain has been meticulous about his studies, so he will not miss a day with Daeron. Sigrid spends time in the Healing Halls three days a week for a couple of hours, but is otherwise busy with her lessons and reading. My new daughter is delighted with my library, and reads every chance she gets. Tilda spends her afternoons with Galion, in his study, either reading or drawing. There are a few of her creations in the bottom of this box.
I have also included some sketches I made of the children, so you could keep them with you. As you can see from the one sketch of them sitting in my chambers, I have also gifted them with a pet, and I leave it to the children tell you more.
I am sorry to tell you that Lady Hilda has had some difficulty with two of the women from Dale. Hilda had taken care of it already, but these women, pulled Sigrid and Bain aside, demanding that they reverse Hilda's orders.
We took care of the matter in the Throne Room, I promise you, Meleth nîn, I was my fiercest, and most intimidating self.
These are older ladies, and citizens of yours, so I did them no physical harm, but I "put the fear of Morgoth into them," as Hilda instructed me to.
I must go, Meleth nîn, although I do not want to. I have another meeting scheduled in an hour and I must prepare. I pray to the Valar to make the time pass quickly, for when I turn over in the night, and reach for you, it pains me that you are not there.
I love you, Bard. Always.
Thranduil
To Bard from Sigrid:
Dear Da,
Ae, mae g'ovannen, Da. Êl síla erin lû e-govaned 'wîn!
That means, "Hello, well met, Da. A star shines on the hour of our meaning."
See, we're learning Sindarin!
Ada told us about the animals he sent to you, and I like Thangon already! Did he tell you he gave us a dog too? Her name is Esta, and she was sad about losing her master, too.
Daeron took us to the barracks the other day, and showed us Thangon's sister. She's huge! Tilda was scared of her, until Daeron sat down and had her sit in his lap, and it took a while, but Tilda started petting her. He explained how Thangon will always protect you and keep you safe. I'm glad you have him, Da.
We always eat supper with Ada, Galion and Auntie Hil, then we sit together and play games or read or something until it's time to go to bed.
Ada is sad without you, but we're making sure he keeps his spirits up. In fact, the other night, Tilda crawled in his lap and asked him if she could call him Ada, too, and I wish you could have seen the smile on his face! He hugged her so tight she squeaked, then Esta jumped on the couch and licked her face, and made her giggle. It was so cute!
Daeron's been guarding us here just like in Dale, which seemed kind of silly to me, at first. I mean, we're in Ada's Palace, right?
Well, let me tell you, I'm glad he guards us, now!
There were these two mean ladies from Dale, and when they grabbed Bain and me after school and started screaming at us! Daeron ran across the Dining Hall to us, and he actually started drawing his sword! Don't worry; Ada and Auntie Hil took care of it, and they won't bother us again, but you'll be glad to know we're safe!
Love always,
Sigrid
To Feren from Glélindë:
Gi suilon, Meleth nîn,
Lady Hilda came by yesterday and gave me the news: We are parents, Feren!
The girls and Gruffudd moved in yesterday, and now our home is full of noise, toys and giggles. There is some crying, yes, because they ask after you, and it will take a little while for them to adjust, after so many changes in their little lives.
Gruffudd is comfortable in his new bedroom, and helps look after the girls when I have to go to the Guild, but the most part, I try to work at home, so I can be with them.
Alis and Dafina have drawn you several pictures, which I have enclosed. There is one of you on your horse, the one with the "D" on it. I tell you this because Dafina was a bit upset that I did recognize it right away, so be sure to say something!
I love you, and I am always proud of you, and our daughters are too. I am so happy.
Gi melin, Feren.
Glélindë
To Bard from Bain:
Da!
You'll never guess what! I started using my bow, yesterday! It was great! There is a target area set up and Daeron started teaching me about stance and breathing. Boy do my arms feel so sore today! I thought all the sword work would make them strong, but I hurt in places I didn't know I had!
Did they tell you we have a dog, too? Esta sleeps with me at night, which made Tilda kind of jealous, until Thranduil pointed out she has Charlotte and that stuffed Elk. Besides, Esta does that herself. I wake up, and there she is!
It's time for dinner here, and I'm really hungry, so I got to go.
Love you, Da, and don't worry. I'm taking care of the girls.
Your son,
Bain
P.S. Oh! I almost forgot! Rhys's grandma and great-aunt grabbed me and Sigrid in the hall last week and started to say some really ugly things. I yelled at her to get her hands off Sigrid, but Sigrid yelled at her louder to take her hands off me! You aren't gonna believe what they said! Rhys's grandma said she'd slap us silly if we thought we could speak to them like that! She said we deserved it for being mouthy brats.
Rhys says she's mean, and always says bad things about people. Me and Sigrid went straight to Auntie Hil's rooms and told her about it. Boy, was she MAD!
Next thing I know, we're all in the Throne Room. Thranduil was sitting way up there on his chair, and had his big crown on. He made Rhys's auntie and grandma stand on this one spot, so they had to pull their heads back to look up at him. And he yelled at them, really loud, and told them never to lay a finger on his children again! Boy, he can be really scary when he gets mad, but I was glad that he protected us like that.
I really like Thranduil, Da. He's really nice, and he's funny, too!
Bain (Again!)
To Percy from Hilda:
Dear Husband,
We've never been apart before; do you realize that? I feel like I've lost an arm and a leg, I miss you that much. Aye, well, no sense dwelling on things that can't be helped. Best to just carry on, yeah?
This Palace couldn't run without Galion! He and Thranduil work so well together, and Galion has such affection for him. All the kids love him, and Tilda's got him wrapped around her pinky, just as she does her Ada's.
I've a picture Thranduil drew of me, to send to you. I didn't even know he'd done it, to be sure, but you might like it. Maybe I'll ask him to draw you, so I have something to look at.
If Feren doesn't already know, please tell him that those two little girls and their grandfather have moved in and they are officially a family.
In fact, all the children have been placed, except for a family of five, and I won't split them up, but I'm a bit worried. The oldest of the five insists she wants to look after them herself. She's only a year older than our Sigrid; way too young for something like that, so we've had a nice Elf couple talking to her. Keep your fingers crossed!
Sometimes the days go quickly, and sometimes, they drag. This is a beautiful, wonderful place, but it is not home, because you're not with me.
Love to you,
Your Hilda
To Bard from Tilda:
Deer Da,
I am fine. How are you? Ada got us a dog, too. She is prety. I petted a big, big dog. She was nise. And I got to hold the babby. He is cute. Ada took me to see the elks and lets me pet them wen I want. They are nise. dont be mad at Ada. They dont bite!
Galienon has me pratise my letters a lot. He is nise.
Heer are some pixturs I made for yoo. Of the elks that ada and me pet. And won of the big dog. Heer is won of me and Sigrid and Bain, so yoo remember us.
Love,
Tilda your dawter
To Bard from Hilda:
To Bard, King of Dale,
This is my official report, Sire.
All of the orphans have found homes, I think, even that family of five, finally. It's still early but it looks good. I'll still be watching all the families closely, while we're here to make sure the children are happy, and that the parents are treating them right.
The school for both the children and the adults is going well. All seem eager to be useful and learn what they can.
Well, almost all, and I'm afraid I've got some news about that:
Do you remember Rhys, Bain's friend? I think Alun is his father. Anyway, the boy has been staying here with Alun's mother and his aunt, and those two are just poison!
They're from rich section of Laketown and were used to being waited on hand and foot. Imagine their shock and dismay when we got here, and their maids moved out! The two girls had started to work with the Weaver's Guild and were taking classes to read and write, and I'm all for it!
Those two ladies demanded that put I stop to it and make those poor girls go back. Which, of course I wouldn't.
Then, would you believe those two bitches tried to corner Bain and Sigrid? They manhandled them, Bard? Our girl was hopping mad, let me tell you. She was born a Princess, that one. Anyway, I marched right over to Thranduil's office and told him I needed him to scare the bejeepers out of both of them, from up on that great bloody throne of his.
You would have laughed your britches off, Bard. He made sure to really boom his voice around, and was the picture of indignation.
Then one of them had the nerve to point out to the Elvenking that those children weren't his, he stopped acting and got mad for real!
If you ever had doubts about his devotion to those kids, Bard, you won't have them now, and neither do Bain and Sigrid! He stood up from his throne and walked down those steps and got right in their faces. Those two bitches just about peed themselves.
He told them they were arrogant and self-entitled, and that does not fly in his Kingdom, where everyone contributes, and he was going to make sure they pulled their weight. They're in the kitchens, washing dishes and mopping the floors, and every single shit job I can think of.
They're not happy, but I don't care.
This isn't sounding like an official report to my King, does it? No matter, you're still our Bard, I am so proud of you.
Keep a good watch on my Percy, and take care of everyone in Dale, just as I'm taking care of things, here.
Love,
Hil
To Bard from Galion:
Greetings, Lord Bard:
I am sure you are aware of the altercation between Lord Thranduil, Lady Hilda, and two of the ladies of your Realm, so I shall not mention it further, except to say the situation has been dealt with efficiently.
Since most of the Orphans have been placed in good homes, Lady Bronwyn's duties have greatly decreased, so Lord Thranduil has asked her to serve as Aide to Lady Hilda.
She has been tired from the frenetic activity since Laketown was destroyed. The added strain of the events in the throne room caused a bit of a collapse while she was in the King's chambers last evening.
My King himself escorted her to be examined by Elénaril and Daeron, who prescribed rest in the afternoons for several weeks. She tried to refuse, but Thranduil makes sure she follows orders. After only two days, she looks better, and her good humor has returned.
Please be sure to send me a list of supplies and medicines you might need. With the snows that have come, it may be a bit before we can get them to you, but we shall do our best.
Regards,
Galion, Chief Aide and Steward of the Woodland Realm
From Ina, Rhys's Grandmother, to King Bard:
To the King of Dale,
My sister Iola and I have several complaints. Our quarters are too small, we have to share a privy, and Hilda got uppity with us when we talked to her! That woman was just a poor fishwife, not even half a year ago – who does she think she is?
Thanks to these Elves, Lynne and Mona got all kinds of ideas above their station, thinking they can just go off on their own, and they quit!
When I demanded Hilda make them return, she refused!
You give your children titles, but when Iola and I went to them for help, they became disrespectful. Royalty or no, if they were my children, they would have gotten slapped, and I told her so, and I don't mind telling you, either.
That Elf King has no right to boss Iona and me around and I demand an apology for humiliating us in front of all those people! That Elf does not belong to Dale, but your children do, and I have every right to demand satisfaction, even from your spoiled brats.
Rhys is away from his father, thank the Valar, otherwise he would be a spoiled brat, too. We're taking the winter to make sure he is as disciplined as we were, which did us a world of good, I can tell you that! I don't hesitate to cuff him about the ears, to make sure he behaves. No matter what my son Alun says, that boy is going to be raised right, just like my father did me.
I demand the return of our servants immediately! I will no longer work with Hilda, and if she thinks I'm going to do dishes or mop anything, she's got another thing coming, I don't care what that Elf King of yours says.
As far as Iona and I are concerned, you can keep him, and that unnatural marriage of yours. It's wrong, do you hear me? And the Valar will punish you for that, mark my words.
Don't think we've forgotten what side of town you came from! If the Master were still alive, you'd still be some nobody, living in the seedy part of Dale.
Looking forward immediate action,
Ina and Iona
Respected citizens of Laketown
To Percy, from Sigrid, Bain and Tilda:
Hi Uncle Percy!
We thought we would surprise you and send you a letter! We miss you and hope you and Da are looking after each other.
Auntie Hil won't tell you, but she went to see the Healer. Ada told her to go, and she kept putting it off, until he made her take his arm, and took her himself – no arguments!
She's only allowed half-days for the next two weeks. Bronwyn helps her now, in the afternoons, after she's done working in the school. Either way, the work has slowed down, because we are all settled in for the next four months or so.
The Elves are so nice here! But we miss you and Da so much.
Love, Sigrid
Uncle Percy!
It's Bain, here, and I'm great! I miss you and Da, but I'm learning a lot here.
I am learning this game from the Elves, with a ball that you kick around. It's fun. Me and Rhys play it a lot!
I also practice with Daeron every day. He says when the time is right, he wants to teach Auntie Hil, Sigrid and even Tilda some things that will help them defend themselves. He said Auntie Hil was very brave in the Battle, and she was a good fighter.
Love, Bain
Deer unkle Percy,
I hope yoo are good. I am good. We have a dog. Ada-that's Thrandool tells storees. Heer are some pixtures I drew. Galion lets me set at his dext and draw. I pritend that I am his ade. I llove him. He is nise. I love Ada. I love Da, too. but dont be sad. I love my unklke Percy best!
I hope you like the pixturs.
Love Little Been – (realy Tilda)
To Tauriel from Sigrid, Bain and Tilda:
Hi, Tauriel!
Ada says he sent you a cat! Do you like it? He told us about the cats you had when you were little. Is Da's dog as big as everybody says he is? We've got a dog, too! Her name is Esta. I hope you're getting a chance to visit the Dwarves.
I' m practicing my Sindarin, and I work in Healing Halls a couple of hours a day, but schoolwork comes first. I can't wait to see you again! I've never had a big sister, and I miss you!
Love, Sigrid
Hi, Tauriel,
I have a problem, and I need your advice, because I can't break a promise I made, and I don't know what to do.
After Thranduil yelled at Rhys's grandma and aunt, he came to school with a bruise on his arm, and a mark on his face.
He says he fell, but I don't think it's true. I asked him if anyone was hurting him, and he looked really strange, and he didn't say anything, except that he really misses his Da.
I asked him if he wanted Ada or even Da to look into it, and he got real upset and made me promise not to say anything. I'm not breaking my promise, because he didn't say not to tell you.
I just remember what Rhian went through, and I hope it isn't like that. Rhys is a year younger than me, and something doesn't feel right.
He's not allowed to come and see us in our rooms, and his grandma and auntie won't let him bring friends to his place. I have never broken a promise, ever, so I don't know what to do.
Please tell me what you think, okay?
Love, Bain
Deer Tarriel,
How are yoo? I am good. I rite my letters a lot! Are yoo looking after Da and unkle Percy? I hope so. I kno yoo like cats, so I drew yoo a pixture of one. I draw bettr than I rite. I am been a good gurl, just like yoo told me too. I like yoor room.
Love, little sisster Tilda
To Alun from Rhys:
Dear Dad,
I miss you a lot! I wish I could go back to Dale and stay with you, like we did in our house in Laketown, just the two of us. Or when we were in the camp in Dale.
School is good. Practice is good. I'm almost as good as Bain at archery. His guard, Daeron is nice, and I like spending time with them. Bain has even asked me to come and visit them in their rooms, but Grandmother won't allow it. She doesn't like Bain or any of his family. Please don't tell her that I spend time with Bain. He is my best friend!
And Grandma and Aunt Iona was mean to him and his sister, and even the Elf King had to yell at them. They got really mad then.
I don't like it here. I know I have to be, but I just wish it was you and me again.
I miss you. Please write soon.
Your son,
Rhys
To Tauriel from Thranduil:
Gi suilon, Tauriel,
I hope this letter finds you well, Gwinïg.
When I first saw the grey tabby, I sent you, it reminded me of when you were small. She looks just like the cat from the kitchens, when you went missing and hid in the cupboards to steal some tarts.
I'll never forget that day…
We searched for hours, throughout the Palace and outside, in case you wandered or had been taken. Finally, the cook came running, and she put her fingers to her lips and told us to follow her, and she showed us where you had been hiding, all this time.
There you were, in your little blue dress, fast asleep, and the grey tabby purring loudly, keeping watch over you while she washed her face. You had berry stains and pastry crumbs and jam all over your face and your dress.
I don't know if I ever told you, but it was I who carried you back to my chambers. I canceled all my appointments for the rest of day, because I couldn't let you out of my sight. Legolas and I spent the afternoon watching you sleep in my arms.
I like to think the cat I sent you is descended from the one who looked after you when you were so small, and that this one will take care of you just as much. It may be a foolish notion, but it comforts me, as I stand in the Royal Wing, missing the sound of your voice.
Please look after yourself, Gwinïg, and know that I think of you.
Mil, Ada
ELVEN TRANSLATIONS:
Gi suilon, Meleth nîn - Greetings, my love,
Gi suilon, Tauriel – Dear Tauriel
Gwinïg Naurfîn– Red-haired little fingers (When Tauriel was small, she loved to get into everything.)
Mîl, Ada – Love, Ada
Tirhûtaw– Collie (Lit. "Wool Guard Dog")