Thranduil moved his piece on the board and sighed. The game Elrond had chosen had eaten most of the afternoon away. "Mellonen," he said, raising his oak eyes to the Half-Elf. "Telien hen na taur."
Celeborn let out a loud laugh and moved his piece. "Elrond, nauthen i taurem na avo luithiannen."
"Pfft." Elrond contemplated the board before him and moved his piece. "Thranduil, pedig bith arnoediad."
"Gernin hebi Hîr Celeborn o îdhad." Thranduil shifted his little glass ball on the board. "Trenaro ad enni i vent o thelien hen."
Elrond sat back in his chair, waving Celeborn's hand from the gameboard. "Gerig anmaer naw?" The Peredhel raised an eyebrow in the way he knew irritated Thranduil the most.
Before Thranduil could retort, though, Celeborn spoke up. "Trenaro nin, Elrond, mas i Hîr Erestor a Glorfindel? Av'arin tírannen ren ned eraid."
Elrond coughed and sipped his wine. "Nauthen nar... teliol i delien în."
"Na te ian estar han si?" Thranduil sniffed and leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs and rearranging his deep green robes.
Celeborn snickered. "Gerin... 'teliannen' ah Hîr Glorfindel aland io."
"Elo?!" Elrond put his goblet down and sat forward, smirking. "Avo nag erui mi te."
"Ai, mellynen, nauthen aniron sennui 'gwend' Erestor." The Mirkwood King smiled smugly at the other Elf-lords.
Elrond's eyes were wide with disbelief. "Avistannen Hîr Erestor garn bannen na Fuinglad!"
"Elo, as na narn chand--" Thranduil began, but Celeborn cut him off.
"Avo bauren isto hen," the silver-haired Elf said, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. After a moment, Celeborn sighed and looked back up and addressed Thranduil. "As na tîr i ionech gâr tangen beriadiren na chaust în?"
Thranduil scoffed. "Mas i ventech?"
Celeborn sat up straighter and all but snarled at the blond Sinda. "Legolas gâr tangen den uin hausten!"
"Nauthen i Legolas gâr pennen o melethron eden," Thranduil said crypticly, but a knowing smile confirmed Celeborn's fears.
"Haldir na Edhel 'alurenwain," Elrond said, smiling broadly at Thranduil. "Legolas na be geleg be ada în!"
-- I Methen --
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Story notes: A/N 1: This little ficlet is a challenge that my husband and I gave ourselves. (I could *NOT* have done this on my own!) We decided a little while back that, to strengthen our Sindarin skills, we would write a story wherein the ENTIRE dialogue was in Sindarin. Well, I wrote the story today in English. Took about an hour. Translating the twenty-two sentences of spoken dialogue took us 5 1/2 hours. Frustrating does not even begin to describe this experience. I will *never* do it again. LOL
A/N 2: The fic is broken up into three sections. The first section will be the finished product in Sindarin. The second will be the direct translation of the Sindarin. The final section will be the original story I wrote this afternoon. The reason I am including the original story is to demonstrate how incomplete the language is. You can compare what I *wanted* to say with what I *had* to say because there simply weren't words for many of the statements I had. I refused to stoop to the so-called "Grelvish" for *any* word, nor did I mix in any Quenya or any other Elven language. This is pure Sindarin, beginning to end.
