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Lily- Noruiloth
James- Mellombrand
Sirius- Maethorvel
Pellen- sweet person
Tatharninn- slender willow
Erebithil- lonely moon (technically this isn't the proper way to write this name, but I liked this orientation of it better than Ithilereb (this one's just kind of awkward to say))
Gwinig- Baby (And do NOT quote me on these two (gwinig and sell vell) I got them off of realelvish . com they are not necessarily correct)
Sell Vell- Beloved girl
Gaur- werewolf
Durun- Dark creature (Don't quote me on this, once again, I think its supposed to be Undur, but I like Durun better)
Edit 3/22/13 - I've combined chapters 7 & 8
Dinner was fabulous and the most exquisite meal that Remus could remember having in a long time. He got to meet practically all of Lord Erlond's family, as well as the company from Greenwood the Great, becoming more commonly known as Mirkwood. He felt so welcome; it was almost as if he had been here all his life as opposed to a couple of waking hours.
After dinner, most of the group retired to a different pavilion to enjoy the warm summer's night. Remus was told that the room they were in was called the Hall of Fire. It was a cozy room with a cheerful fire crackling merrily in the center. There was music, singing, and Elladan and Elrohir were telling stories to children at one end of the room, complete with specialized voices, some acting and of course help from Mellombrand and Maethorvel.
"So Remus, we need think of a name for you," Noruiloth said, smiling excitedly.
"That's very true," Elrond agreed. He, Remus, Noruiloth, and Tinulaer, who had Rhovanaeron on her lap, were all sitting together near one of large open archways that looked out over a courtyard/garden filled with flowers and lovely blooming trees of all colors.
"Hmm… I think he looks like a… Pellen or something of that nature," Tinulaer suggested in her quiet, lyrical voice.
"Hmm, maybe something like… Tatharninn," Noruiloth added.
The two women and Elrond began to deliberate on a suitable name for him. They were interrupted by a small voice.
"Erebithil."
Everyone stopped and looked at Rhovanaeron.
"Erebithil, that's a perfect name," Noruiloth said excitedly, beaming.
"It does seem fitting, doesn't it?" Elrond mused.
"Wonderful job, Gwinig. How did you come up with that?" Tinulaer asked her daughter.
"Well, he feels lonely. When I see him, I want to give him a hug because he looks so sad. And his eyes remind me of the color of the moon flowers, or of the Harvest moon!" Rhovanaeron explained.
"Ah, excellent reasons, sell vell. I like Erebithil; what say you, Remus?" Elrond asked.
"Sure; I like it," Remus responded, nodding.
The other three got to talking about other things, while Remus mused on his new name. If he was honest with himself, he didn't feel worthy of such a beautiful name (it felt like everything in this world was just so extremely beautiful), but he smiled and nodded anyway.
At some point during the conversation, Remus, newly dubbed Erebithil, wandered away to a nearby balcony. He wasn't sure if he was entirely comfortable with this whole… situation. The self-deprecating side of him did not feel worthy of the name bestowed upon him by the lovely Elven child.
He sighed heavily and looked up to the darkened sky. The stars were even more beautiful than they ever seemed back in England. Was he the only thing that wasn't more beautiful in this place?
"You seem troubled," a voice said behind him, causing him to gasp and spin around. It was the Lord Elrond.
Not wanting to seem ungrateful, Rem- Erebithil hurried to reassure him:
"No sir, nothing's wrong. I'm just tired."
"Erebithil, I have lived many centuries, and met many people, not to mention I reared Elladan and Elrohir: I know when something is troubling someone," Elrond said, smiling a little.
"It's just…" Erebithil sighed, "I don't feel worthy of such a beautiful name…."
"I've been told, essentially my whole life," he continued, "that I'm worthless and disgusting and not fit to live, and I tried my hardest to tame my appearance to prove them wrong. Now I look like my worst nightmare, and yet I've been given a beautiful name by a sweet little Elven girl. I don't know if this makes any sense to you or not, but I just can't help feeling the way I do."
"Would you rather we call you Gaur or Durun?" Elrond asked. Erebithil wasn't entirely sure what they meant but they sounded harsh and uncouth to his ears.
"No," he admitted quietly.
"Erebithil," Elrond joined him at the rail and placed a hand on his shoulder, "I understand that it is very difficult to change what you have believed or heard all your life, but I promise that no one here in my city will treat you like you are unworthy of this life you were granted with. And, in time, you will come to see that as well."
"Erebithil, are you all right? Oh, Lord Elrond, I didn't know you were out here too," Noruiloth joined them on the balcony.
"Noruiloth. We were just discussing the beauty of the night sky," Elrond said, gesturing upwards. Erebithil was thankful that he didn't tell Noruiloth what they had been actually conversing about, and honestly, he had been thinking of how beautiful the sky was earlier. He wondered vaguely if Elrond could read minds, or if he just figured it was a suitable excuse.
"The stars are rather lovely here. I can never get over how much brighter they are here than they were back in England, and I've been here a century," Noruiloth said with a smile.
There was a crash, and Elrond put a hand to his head and sighed.
"I had better head back inside. There's no telling what sorts of trouble the four of them are creating," he said. "If I do not see you before you retire, may Elbereth's stars shine upon your sleep."