Tadchaen-a-Neder

[inafadingcrown]

[Gregory House]

There is a little one here who wishes very much to see his "Uncle Gregory," if you have no objections.

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[A little while later, the rest of you get treated to the annual "kid got his hands on the journal/notebooks were mixed up" event. The following is written out slowly and with great care, accompanied by a small voice humming a distinctly elvish tune.]



[And if he seems pretty advanced for his age, it's that elvish blood showing through. And, yes, mommy is rather pleased with that. If he's so smart he's creepy, then he's just that much more like her, okay?]

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Galadriel and Finrod

[atrophied]

[ Sure why not. Filter to the kid too. ]

I don't. My leg might.

[ And little word puzzles appear on the margins just because he can. ]

Gregory House

[inafadingcrown]

And if we were to come to you?

[Oh gosh! That looks cool. Mom needs to stop hogging the journal. There's a little insistent whine before markings start appearing around the puzzles. He's not quite up to anything too complex, but he's making progress with the simpler ones.]

Galadriel and Finrod 5ever this lasts

[atrophied]

I was planning today to stare balefully into the abyss and wait for my reckoning.

But I can push it back.

[ Hints appear beside a few of the more complicated ones. ]

o7

[inafadingcrown]

[With a hint of amusement:] We thank you for your generosity.

[There's a soft little 'ah' and, slowly but surely, a few more additions are made.]

[atrophied]

Don't mention it. [ Really. Don't. ]

[inafadingcrown]

[Don't worry, she won't. Wouldn't want people thinking that she actually likes you or anything.]

Shall we make our way to your quarters, then? [Or do you hang out some other place?]

[atrophied]

I can't stop you.

dictated; DRUNKENLY

[ensorceler]

Ah, more music! You must hum louder, so we can enjoy the beautiful tune right and proper.

[inafadingcrown]

[Galadriel may be silently judging in the background, but Finrod is oblivious to the drunkenness. THE HAPPY LADY WANTS HIM TO HUM LOUDER, this is cool.]

I could sing if you'd like, my lady. [That is one very excited tiny voice.]

[ensorceler]

[ She doesn't even know...who the heck this is, okay. Except someone named Finrod maybe. ]

Yes! Sing! Your voice carries such beauty.

look at me, I stole the symbols from you

[inafadingcrown]

[Well...she's right! A very clever little someone named Finrod. And he's his mother's talent for singing, apparently, and already memorized a few of the simpler elvish songs.]

♫ Silver flow the streams from Celos to Erui
In the green fields of Lebennin!
Tall grows the grass there. In the wind from the Sea
The white lilies sway,
And the golden bells are shaken of mallos and alfirin
In the green fields of Lebennin,
In the wind from the Sea!♩

well i stole them from the internet so i'll allow it this once

[ensorceler]

[ She actually shuts up long enough to listen, so pretty. ]

[inafadingcrown]

[Well, it's good someone in the conversation will shut up, because Finrod sure won't. Almost immediately afterwards he's piping up again, this time clamoring for approval from someone in the room with him.]

Did I sing it well, Nana? Did I?

[And it's a familiar voice that answers after a deep chuckle.] You sang beautifully, ioneg. You do your namesake proud.

[And then back to the journal- because you can never have too much attention.] Did you like it, my lady?

[lightbranded]

[After listening a bit to get a feel of the tune, Will begins to lightly hum along.]

[inafadingcrown]

[Oh! That's cool! The humming changes a little, the tune altered just slightly- mostly to see if Will will pick it up.]

[lightbranded]

[He does, and shifts over to a harmonization with the new tune.]

[inafadingcrown]

[There's a small little laugh and finally a tiny voice speaks up.] You're fun.

[lightbranded]

Am I? [The good humor is obvious in Will's voice.]

[inafadingcrown]

Yes! You play along. [Galadriel chuckles in the background and moves forward to add her two cents.] It seems mother and child have similar taste in companions.

Dictated for the win

[wizard_redfive]

[Oh hello. What is this elvish writing? Between Galadriel's notes, her own personal studies, and the Speech-granted wizard's ear, she can make out the general meaning.

Pulling out Spot, she pulls up a more recent search: Middle Earthian elvish. After picking what looks like the safest choice of dialects, Dairine carefully begins speaking.]

Suil, Finrod. I enethen Dairine.

hover over for translations

[inafadingcrown]

[Well, that and the fact that it's a pretty standard little kid practice: writing his own name every way he knows how.

The response she gets is very polite, if obviously rehearsed. Someone's mommy has made sure that he knows his manners.]

Ni veren an gi ngovaned, Dairine.

[And then a little more naturally and switching back to Common. Where did you learn Sindarin?

[wizard_redfive]

[Well, if he's switching to Common, she'll switch to Wizard's Speech. Of course, it might not sound that different; the Speech sounds like whatever the listener's native language is, just with richer undertones.]

I learned it here, from books. [And Spot.]

slkfj I actually meant whatever Para's common is, sorry. I was kinda brain dead when I wrote that.

[inafadingcrown]

You should speak it to Naneth more. She misses it.

[Ah, he picked up on that, did he? There's a little pause where Galadriel turns to Finrod in surprise, but then she addresses Dairine herself.]

You speak it well for one who has learned only from texts. Had I realized you had an interest I might have offered my time and instruction.

[wizard_redfive]

Galadriel! [Of course it was Galadriel's kid. Of course it was... And now Galadriel has hear her elementary attempts at Sindarin. Can the ground just swallow her now?]

[Give Dairine a minute to recover from the embarrassment.]

Spot has also been helping. But if you'd like to, I'd be glad to have you as a teacher.

[inafadingcrown]

It is a pity my husband is not here still- far better to learn from a native speaker. But I would be glad to teach you.

[No embarrassment necessary. She had to learn it too, once. A long time ago.]