What's in a Name? by Narya
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b2memB2MeM Prompt, Card and Number: 'Golden-haired' - 97. Glorfindel (B10)
Format: Ficlet
Genre: Humour (bordering on crack...)
Rating: General
Warnings: None
Characters: Celegorm; Maglor; Glorfindel (mentioned)
Pairings: None
Creator’s Notes (optional): Arguably this is a snippet rather than a ficlet, although I don't at all promise that it or anything like it will ever appear in my 'verse. I just couldn't resist.
Summary: Sometimes we lose things in translation - and other times, we find them.
Maglor glanced up at his brother's stifled snort. "What is it?"
Celegorm held up a book of children's fairy stories. "I am practising my English."
"And?"
He turned the volume around so that Maglor could see the illustration - three puzzled bears peering at a yellow-haired child, who was sound asleep beneath a patchwork quilt. "Brother, if you were to translate Laurëfindë's name for one of your Mortal friends, how would you render it?"
"Golden locks." Maglor's eyebrows flew upwards, and a grin split his face. "Oh..."
Celegorm's eyes glinted wickedly, and the pair of them creased into helpless laughter.
Format: Ficlet
Genre: Humour (bordering on crack...)
Rating: General
Warnings: None
Characters: Celegorm; Maglor; Glorfindel (mentioned)
Pairings: None
Creator’s Notes (optional): Arguably this is a snippet rather than a ficlet, although I don't at all promise that it or anything like it will ever appear in my 'verse. I just couldn't resist.
Summary: Sometimes we lose things in translation - and other times, we find them.
Maglor glanced up at his brother's stifled snort. "What is it?"
Celegorm held up a book of children's fairy stories. "I am practising my English."
"And?"
He turned the volume around so that Maglor could see the illustration - three puzzled bears peering at a yellow-haired child, who was sound asleep beneath a patchwork quilt. "Brother, if you were to translate Laurëfindë's name for one of your Mortal friends, how would you render it?"
"Golden locks." Maglor's eyebrows flew upwards, and a grin split his face. "Oh..."
Celegorm's eyes glinted wickedly, and the pair of them creased into helpless laughter.
