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Introduction
Legolas clutches tight to the soft fabric of his father’s tunic and peers from behind the safety of Thranduil’s leg. In front of him is a young boy. A young human boy, with large, grey eyes staring so intently at him that Legolas nearly shrinks away again.
His father laughs and nudges him forward. Legolas nearly trips over his own feet, internally scolding himself. Elves do not trip!
“Saesa omentien lle.” He greets the other boy politely, inclining his head. “Amin naa Legolas.” The human gazes back at him for some moments and Legolas glances up at his father, worried he had done something wrong.
Then, very quietly, the human replies. “Mae govannen, ernil. Estannen Aragorn.” His voice may be soft, and his stature small in comparison to Legolas’, but his eyes are strong and Legolas gazes back in admiration at the strength he sees in them.
Then his father strides over to the tall blond elf standing behind the human, smiling and grasping his forearm in greeting as the two walk into the throne room. Legolas obediently follows him, turning back as he passes Aragorn.
“Namárië, Aragorn.” He calls out, trying to remember the phrase his father had told him to use. he smiles as he remembers. “Calo anor na ven.” Aragorn starts, a small smile blooming on his face like the dawn’s light bleeding into the night.
“Navaer.” He replies, raising a hand in farewell. “May we meet again some day.” he lapses back into the Common Tongue, but before Legolas can reply his father calls him from inside the throne room.
“Tellin, ada!” He replies and bows his head to Aragorn, turning to go. As the heavy door thuds shut behind him, Legolas cannot help but wonder at the depth of pain and defiance he saw in those grey eyes. Then he pushes the thought out of his mind, and trots over to where his father holds open a large, dusty tome, filled with sprawling Quenyan and illustrated with diagrams of mountain plants.
Saesa omentien lle Pleasure meeting you.
Amin naa… My name is
Mae govannen Well met
Ernil Prince
Estannen… I’m called
Namárië Farewell
Calo anor na ven May the sun shine on your road
Navaer Goodbye
Tellin Coming (I think)
Ada Father