Conversations Concerning Hobbits by Hobbit Lass21

A Tale of Elvish

Oh yes, very nice, an encounter with Pippin and Arwen. (I believe that you all have finally figured out who my fave hobbit is.....*grins*) I have a handy-dandy Elvish dictionary by my side, which has been a lifesaver, so I won't have to guess at what exactly 'hobbit' is in Elvish. I'm going to model myself after a few of my more experienced (not to mention more talented) Fanfic collegues and admit requests. So if you want a conversie (my new phrase) just ask away! I need the ideas........
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“Um, uh..my lady?”

*smiles* “You should be asleep, Master Peregrin. It is late.”

“I couldn’t sleep. So, I took a walk.”

“Around Rivendell, in the dark? How did you find you way? And, more importantly, how will you get back?”

“Merry and I explored earlier.”

*stifling a smile* “I see. What did you want to ask me?”

“I’m just curious about something I heard earlier. Who, exactly, is Estel?”

*smiles* “That is Aragorn.”

“Why is he called Estel?”

“It was his name when he was younger.”

“But he’s also called Strider, right?”

“Among other things, yes.”

*sighs* “I don’t think I could manage more than one name…”

“Maybe that’s because hobbit names are so long. Meriadoc, for instance.”

“Well, we don’t find them that long. I must admit I find your Elven names odd. Ar-arwen Undom-undom….”

“Undomiel.”

“What does that mean?”

“Evenstar.”

“Oh. Okay then.”

*playfully* “ What does Peregrin mean?”

“I have no idea. It’s a bird, I think. Our names don’t usually mean much of anything…”

“I see. I’ve heard that Frodo is also called Elvellon. Or was at one point.”

“What does THAT mean?”

“You certainly are full of questions, aren’t you? Well, I’ll let you figure it out. Elve-ellon. Mellon means friend, so…….?”

“Elve-mellon, elve-friend…..Elf-friend!”

“Good. You’ll be speaking Elvish in no time.”

“I don’t think so. The words don’t come the right way. They jump around in my mouth and end up all garbled. I like hearing it spoken better than speaking it myself.”

“Well, then I’ll speak some. Quel du, ortheriperian.”

“And that means?”

*smiles* “Good night, master hobbit.”

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