Meathor is teaching his sons, Hírvegil and Cúion, how to shoot. He addresses them both.
"K. So the firs' thin' ya' do is take the' bow an' put it arm's len'th from yo' head. The' pull a arrow off yo' back an' put it across th' bow, sittin' on yo' hand. Put two fingahs aroun' the arrow at the string, pull back, an' let go. Got that?"
"K." is heard from both the sons. Then Meathor decides to give Hírvegil some individual help.
"No yo' dumbass! The string is by yo' head, not the' curve!"
"Well, I ain't nevah saw it, an' all yo' said was put the bow at arm's len'th." Just then, an arrow whizzes by Meathor's head.
"Yo dad, I got it!" yelled Cúion.
"Tha's good son!"
"Yeah, I got mad skills!" After hearing this exchange, Hírvegil walked in front of his father.
"How 'bou' me?" he asked hopefully.
"Ha! Yo' suck boy! I'm sorry, but' yo' gotta face da music sometime, yo' suck!"
"I's cuz yo' ain't nevah helped me befo'!"
"I tried yo!"
"Fo' two minutes! Yo' call tha' helpin'!?"
"'S'nah ma faul' yo' can't shoot no arrows!"
"Yo' screwed up yo!" As Hírvegil storms off, Cúion walks up to their father.
"Yo dad, maybe I can teach 'im 'ow ta shoot."
"Yo' can't teach tha' idiot."
"Yo' not givin' 'im a chance. Maybe yo' not a good teachah!"
"Ah yo' disrespectin' me!? I am yo' fathah!"
"Yo's a nasty asshole!"
"Ge' lost! Yo' gonna get it buh good latah!"
Time passes, and Cúion finds Hírvegil crying beside the river.
"Yo mah bro. Don' lis'en to his shit, he's mad dumb." I's sure tha' if I give yo' a lesson, yo'll be bettah than anyone."
"Buh I can't! Yo' saw me; I suck!" he says through sobs.
"C'mon. Stand up and copy me." Hírvegil copies him and manages to get everything lined up properly, and yet still his arrow goes nowhere. It hits the ground, while Cúion's hit's a far off tree.
"Screw this shit! I can't do it! I'll nevah be a good fightah! Wha's wrong wit' me!?"
"C'mon. 'S'all good." he says softly and calmly in an attempt to calm his younger brother. Hírvegil continues crying for several minutes. "Hírvegil, come on, shut up already!" He only cries louder, and Cúion storms off, exasperated. Being so exasperated, he didn't notice when he dropped something as he walked, but Hírvegil did.
"Cúion, yo' dropped some..." Cúion is gone. "Wow, dad nevah let me touch a...sword...befo'." he says with much awe. He picks it up. "'S'mad cool." All of a sudden, an orc ambushes the elfling, and to his surprise, he chops the orc's head off with one clean sweep. "Tha' was mad easy! I can do somethin' right! This's fun! Dad, come see!!" He comes.
"Wha's the mattah wit' yo'? Don' yo' know I's busy?" He sees the orc. "Wha' happened, yo!?"
"I killed tha' thing."
"Wit' what? Yo' worse than shit a' fightin'!"
"I used Cúion's sword! I' was the easies' thin' I evah done."
"Yo' ain' done tha'!"
"I did" Another orc jumps out from behind some bushes, and yells as he tries to kill them
"I's saw the whole thin', yo' boy's got mad skills!" Hírvegil picks up the sword and kills this orc just as easily as the last.
"Yo' mad good wit' a sword, boy."
"Somebody's gotta say sorry righ' 'bou' now."
Now for the same situation in a more Elvish style.
"What is done first is to hold the bow at arm's length away from the head. Afterwards, an arrow is pulled from the quiver and is lain across the bow, as it rests on your hand. Next, one must place two of their fingers around the back end of the arrow, before the strand. Third is to pull back the strand and arrow, and then remove the fingers from the arrow, therefore releasing it."
"I understand." is heard from both sons. They both attempt to shoot. Meathor decides to give Hírvegil individual help.
"No, you are not performing the task correctly. The strand is beside your head, not the curve."
"The fault lies not with me, for I have never seen it performed." At that percise moment, an arrow whizzes by Meathor's head.
"Father, I have achieved it!" called Cúion.
"That was done very well." replied his father. After hearing this exchange, Hírvegil walked in front of his father.
"Have you any good to speak of me?" he asked hopefully.
"You lack skill son, I am sad for you, however this is something that is necessary for you to understand."
"That is the circumstance for you have never before assisted me."
"I have attempted to do so."
"Your attempt lasted for only two minutes. That is not sufficient assistance."
"By no fault of mine do you lack skill at archery."
"You lack logic!" As Hírvegil storms off, Cúion walks up to their father.
"Father, perhaps I will be able to give to him knowledge of archery."
"It is not possible to give to him knowledge."
"You do not permit him to test his abilities. Perhaps you lack skill at passing knowledge."
"Do you disrespect me?! I am your father!"
"You are evil!"
"Be gone! You are to be punished severely for your actions!"
Time passes, and Cúion finds Hírvegil crying beside the river.
"Brother, do not trouble yourself with his fell words. He knows not of what he speaks. I know that if I give to you my knowledge of archery, you will become a greatly skilled archer."
"I can do no such thing! You witnessed my attempt at firing an arrow, I lack skill!" he says through sobs.
"Come now. Stand and repeat my actions." Hírvegil copies him and manages to get everything lined up properly, and yet still his arrow goes nowhere. It hits the ground, while Cúion's hit's a far off tree.
"I stop my attempt at this impossible task! I cannot achieve it! I will not be a great warrior! What is my fault!" he yells as he falls to his knees and begins to sob uncontrollably.
"Everything is alright. Cease weeping." he says softly and calmly in an attempt to calm his younger brother. Hírvegil continues crying for several minutes. "Hírvegil, you are beginning to frustrate me. I beg of you, cease weeping!" He only cries louder, and Cúion storms off, exasperated. Being so exasperated, he did not notice when he dropped something as he walked, but Hírvegil did.
"Cúion, you have dropped..." but Cúion is gone. "Father has never permitted me to touch a...sword...before." he says with great awe. He picks it up "This inspires much awe." Suddenly, an orc ambushes the elfling, and to his surprise, he chops the orc's head off with one clean sweep. "That feat was not difficult! It gives me much joy! I do have skill at some task! Father, come and see what I have done!" Meathor comes.
"For what purpose do you call for me to come here? Do you not know that I have much to do?" He sees the orc. " What was done here?!"
"I have slain this orc."
"By what means? You lack the skill of a warrior."
"I slayed it with the sword of Cúion. It was the least difficult feat I have ever performed."
"You did no such thing."
"I did slay the orc!" Another orc jumps out from behind some bushes, and yells as he tries to kill them
"I saw the fight, your son did slay my companion; he has much skill with a sword!" Hírvegil picks up the sword and kills this orc just as easily as the last.
"You are a great swordsman!"
"Father, it is necessary for you to apologize to me now."
A/N: Any similarity with the relationship of Denethor to Boromir and Faramir/Boromir to Faramir is purely coincidental. I was halfway through this when I realized that it was sort of sounding familiar.
