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DawnFire
Naergondir had been resting when his mind left his body, and
Tue Sep 1, 2015 21:06
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-was neither pleased nor unphased to find himself suddenly higher up, in a well-lit room, and looking down at an unfamiliar woman who seemed to be in some sort of pain.

He was an Elf of the First Age, and accustomed to long hours with little rest. Of course, being an Elf of the First Age, he was also fully aware that it was to his advantage to rest comfortably when the opportunity arose. Today he had taken his chance with the utmost gratitude: the study of Primitive Quendian was taxing, and held little enjoyment for him as it came with the knowledge that he was learning the tongue solely to be able to communicate with one stubborn Elf, who glared at any mispronunciation of a language that had not been spoken in over an Age.

It seemed however, that this welcome rest had ended for now. Naergondir sat up carefully, noting with distaste that he seemed to be disguised. Precisely what his disguise was he could not tell, but it was definitely not elven. He would have to regain his proper hröa as soon as was possible; this was a response center, and the disguise could hardly be necessary.

A thought struck him--was the woman Gurnirel, also affected by disguise? Worry sent him clambering awkwardly down from the top bunk, and closer to the woman (though out of easy reach). "Saileldė? Sister, is all well?"

--

((I didn't get the Knockturn Alley one until just now, thank you. Also, he's speaking Quenya--that's what the italics are for.

Also? This is going to be fun :D

~DF))

  • [Sunday] RC 251 (ping to DawnFire!)doctorlit, Mon Aug 31 22:19
    "No way," Vania said after pausing her game. "I don't believe you." "Seriously," Doc said from his top bunk. "I only just realized." Vania sputtered. "But! It's! Right there! It's one letter away!... more
    • Naergondir had been resting when his mind left his body, and — DawnFire, Tue Sep 1 21:06
      • For a moment—doctorlit, Tue Sep 1 21:43
        just the briefest moment—Vania looked up at the sound with an expression of absolute rage on her face. In a split second, it was replaced by perplexity. "Huh? What happened? And, why are you... more
        • Naergondir grimaced.DawnFire, Wed Sep 2 07:25
          English. Of course. And with a slightly mangled name and one of the words that sounded nonsensical in Sindarin translation, at that. Moreover, this was not Gurnirel--and she seemed to think she knew... more
          • Vania lookeddoctorlit, Wed Sep 2 09:55
            somewhere in between wanting to laugh and wanting to cart Doc straight off to Medical. "Hoookaaay . . ." It wasn't just the language; Doc was usually more of a sloucher, and didn't like looking you... more
            • ((Some translation work.))Huinesoron, Fri Sep 11 10:50
              ((The dialogue so far: N: Saileldė? Osellenya, nį sillumė tanca? V: Huh? What happened? And, why are you speaking Tolkieny? You said you were embarrassed 'cause you hadn't learned any of that stuff,... more
              • ((You are super-awesome, hS!))doctorlit, Fri Sep 11 11:21
                ((And I do see what you mean about the difference between the two. I didn't even realize one dialect was less complete than the other!))
            • " I do not know who you are, nor where I am. I had thought perhaps you were my partner, but your speech is not hers, nor do you speak our tongue. If we are indeed yet inside the 'PPC', and if you are ... more
              • Vania stared.doctorlit, Wed Sep 2 10:49
                " Okay. This is different! Um. " She moved to sit on her beanbag, spilling plastic bits all over the floor. " Here's the thing. You're in my partner, Doc's body. But you're obviously not. Like. Like... more
                • What madness was this? To disguise one's form was one matter; to be placed in the hroa of a stranger was another matter entirely. How could this have happened? Why? For what reason could anyone have... more
                  • Vania shrugged. "Works for me!"doctorlit, Wed Sep 2 11:07
                    She grabbed her bat, then held the door open. " After you, sir elf! " ((By the way, that is pronounced "Nye-er-gon-deer," right?))
                    • ((Also, is Doc carrying any weapons?))DawnFire, Thu Sep 3 17:45
                      ((He certainly was lying down, but that's no guarantee with an agent. ~DF))
                    • Naergondir eyed the bat and...DawnFire, Thu Sep 3 17:44
                      ...checked his new body for weapons before walking out the door. He missed his own legs. This...human, presumably, was much taller than a halfling, but he was not as tall as Naergondir, and, not... more
                      • Re: Naergondir eyed the bat and...doctorlit, Thu Sep 3 18:20
                        Vania hummed a bit as they started down the hallway. A few other people were out and about as well, but they seemed in a hurry and didn't glance at the two. Which was just as well, since Vania was... more
                        • "It was assigned to us," Naergondir said.DawnFire, Fri Sep 4 10:55
                          Agent Tolluk's exact phrasing was odd--hardly unusual for English translated into Sindarin--but her meaning was clear enough. " We have found it a pleasant enough place to live in: it is a simple... more
                          • "Wait. You have trees?"doctorlit, Fri Sep 4 11:24
                            " Like, inside your RC? That is super-cool! I can't wait to see. I'm so glad my partner got brain-swapped now! " Vania rubbed her hands together, then paused and snickered. " Hey! Can I call you... more
                            • ...wondering yet again why he had been sent to a place where so many of the race of Men were very nearly as distractible as they were odd. " No, " he said. " My name bears a particular meaning. I... more
                              • The smile slowly slid off of Vania's face.doctorlit, Thu Sep 10 11:49
                                "Ah. Right. Fine, then. Whatever." She looked away and began scanning the RC numbers on her side of the hallway. Quietly, she muttered, "Guess it's good we don't get Tolkien missions. The elves... more
                                • ((And meant to add:))doctorlit, Thu Sep 10 11:50
                                  ((No problem! We get time when we get time. Hope you're well rested for class!))
                    • ((I do seem to slur it a little--'nyer-gon-deer'. And this is not a proper reply, I'm afraid--that will come later or tomorrow. ~DF))
                      • ((Linguistics: close.))Huinesoron, Thu Sep 3 09:03
                        ((It's a three-syllable word, with the first syllable being... 'nigh' with an r on the end.)) ((Sindarin isn't really my thing, but I know Quenya tends to put the emphasis on the penultimate... more
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