What’s In A Name? [June 3011} (Adanedhel)
Mar 15, 2018 0:16:05 GMT -5
Post by Thangureth on Mar 15, 2018 0:16:05 GMT -5
Falkner nodded his head in understanding. He knew that he had to learn this, as the more elvish he was, the more he’d be accepted. Perhaps in time they might forget that he was ever not there. Though he doubted it, he knew very little of any human that had been adopted to the elves. “I’m sure I will catch on. I cannot be the only human to learn elvish, can I?” He asked. “Though I have never heard of a human living or raised among elves... I doubt I would be the first though.”
He thought of the horse he mentioned - and how grand and powerful it sounded. He wondered if the man was the same. If he were Eored he had heard much of the strong men in that company and imagined so. “Is he one of their horse soldiers? I hear they are quite powerful.” He questioned.
He shifted his cloak around him as if deep in thought. Looking down and the up again at him. “I won’t cause trouble though. I will keep Falkner in the back of my mind. But hereafter leave it behind, like I have my old life,” Falkner explained calmly, not sad as one might expect. In fact he felt a bit... Honored. “Even I understand that to be allowed to live here as a non-elf is an honor. Let alone be named as one of your own. I will wear my new identity with honor.”
And he meant every word of it. He told himself he would not forget the name Falkner, perhaps he would write it on parchment and keep it somewhere he knew. But from that moment he would shed that name as best he could. It would take practice, and time but he would do so.
A celebration? Oh! He had never been to such a thing. But his eyes grew wide with excitement at the thought. He wondered what it would entail? Would he have to do anything? He could only speculate as he knew so little of elvish culture. “Now you have me excited! I’ve never been part of a celebration before.” He replied honestly.
He thought of the horse he mentioned - and how grand and powerful it sounded. He wondered if the man was the same. If he were Eored he had heard much of the strong men in that company and imagined so. “Is he one of their horse soldiers? I hear they are quite powerful.” He questioned.
He shifted his cloak around him as if deep in thought. Looking down and the up again at him. “I won’t cause trouble though. I will keep Falkner in the back of my mind. But hereafter leave it behind, like I have my old life,” Falkner explained calmly, not sad as one might expect. In fact he felt a bit... Honored. “Even I understand that to be allowed to live here as a non-elf is an honor. Let alone be named as one of your own. I will wear my new identity with honor.”
And he meant every word of it. He told himself he would not forget the name Falkner, perhaps he would write it on parchment and keep it somewhere he knew. But from that moment he would shed that name as best he could. It would take practice, and time but he would do so.
A celebration? Oh! He had never been to such a thing. But his eyes grew wide with excitement at the thought. He wondered what it would entail? Would he have to do anything? He could only speculate as he knew so little of elvish culture. “Now you have me excited! I’ve never been part of a celebration before.” He replied honestly.