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Chapter 1: Seldo Ezellahen (Green Eyed Child)
Disclaimer: The characters of this story recognized from Harry Potter are the property of J.K. Rowling/Warner Bros while those from Middle Earth belong to Tolkien. In the future, two very entertaining characters from CLAMP will also be incorporated. This is a work of pure entertainment and we claim no monetary benefit what so ever.
This is a translation of the fanfic “Ezellahen" (Spanish) by Utena-Puchiko-nyu and Angeli Murasaki.
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Ezellahen
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WARNING: This fanfic is set COMPLETELY in an Alternate Universe. There will be M-preg, elves, wizards OOC and much more.
Reading Guide:
-Normal writing: narration
-Dialogue: “Regular dialogue”
-Character thoughts: 'character thoughts' (and sometimes used for word emphasis, etc.)
-Elvish tongue: /"Elvish"/
-Note: Will be notes from the authors
- Translator Notes: these are quite obviously notes from myself, the translator (Lina)
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Chapter 1: Seldo Ezellahen (Green Eyed Child)
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They looked at each other with a frown. By the sound of it, they could have sworn it was the cry of a young child, but it had been so long since they heard one, they could be mistaken.
/“Do you hear what I hear?”/
/“Tancave, Elladan. Let’s go look.”/
They approached cautiously. They knew that the only wizard alive in Middle Earth was Gandalf, only one such as him could manage to prepare such a trap, so it was better to be safe than sorry. With typical elvish manner, which barred the possibility that they would be heard, they approached the small bundle. Elladan was the first one to crouch by it and, ignoring his twin’s signal for caution, took the child into his arms.
Harry Potter hiccuped and managed to halt his crying to see the owner of the arms that held him. It wasn’t anyone he knew. It was a young man with long, black, silky hair; very pale skin; gray eyes and what most drew the child’s attention were his pointy ears. He stretched his hands to touch them put the pain from his forehead made him cry again.
/“He’s bloody…”Elrohir said, taking the child into his strong arms. “Give me water and a cloth to clean the wound.”/
Elladan complied and ran towards the horses to get the canteen and a small, clean cloth. When he returned, his twin was rocking the baby, managing to somewhat calm the child’s crying. He arched an eyebrow at the curious sight since male elves where not exactly knows for their ‘maternal’ instincts. Still, they would still be the exception on the long run for they had been living with men and other races ever since their mother decided to go to Valinor.
With extreme care, Elrohir focused on cleaning the dry blood off the child’s forehead. He frowned when he noticed that the child had been left with an extremely noticeable scar.
/“It’s weird…”/ Elladan murmured. /“It looks like a bolt of lightening doesn’t it?”/
/“It does…”/ Elrohir answered sincerely. /“I can also sense a dark energy radiating from it. This is no ordinary scar.”/
While they discussed the situation, Harry started sucking his thumb. He was hungry since they had been about to have dinner when Voldemort decided to visit Godric’s Hollow. He asked himself where his mother was that she was not there to feed him.
“Mommy…” he murmured, drawing the attention of the elves.
Shocking his twin, Elrohir smiled tenderly at the child while he rocked him in his arms. 'What’s up with him?'
“Your mother is not here, little one,” he responded and frowned. /“How old do you think he is?”/
/“He looks young…around the same age as Estel when he came to us, or maybe younger?”/ He clicked his tongue. /“Better ask him, I am not good at guessing the age of men.”/
Elrohir complied and turned his gaze to the child. Harry looked at him with interest, he didn’t understand what they were talking about, but he liked the sound of their voices.
“Hello little one. What is your name? Can you tell me?”
“Haddy!” he called out with a smile.
“That’s a weird name…” murmured Elladan.
“It must not be his real name, idiot. Now that I look closely it doesn’t look like if he’s older than two mortal years.”
“How old are you, Haddy?”
Harry looked at him without knowing how to answer…because he didn’t understand the question.
“Foo,” he said instead, since he was starving and wanted food.
Elladan frowned and looked at his brother. /“What do we do?”/
“I think he’s hungry,” Elrohir responded as he watched the child suck his thumb while focusing his green-eyed gaze on the elf’s pointed ears.
“I only have some lembas,” Elladan said looking through his pockets, “Do you think he’d like it?”
“I think so,” he murmured while handing the child the elvish bread.
Harry looked at it with curiosity, but being so young and hungry he didn’t give it much thought before he ate it and smiled at the twins while he chewed. He really liked it, though it didn’t do anything to get rid of the pain on his forehead, which is why he would place a hand upon his scar from time to time.
“Bring the wound salve. Let’s put it on his forehead.”
After eating a few more pieces of lembas Harry became sleepy. Shocking his twin even more, if that was even possible, Elrohir rocked Harry while he sung him an elvish lullaby. The child didn’t take long in falling asleep; though he missed his mother putting him to bed, the arms that held him were comforting and the voice similarly beautiful even if the song was in a language he couldn’t understand. Once the child was sleeping soundly the twins set him down, near to the fire they had lit, on an improvised cot they had prepared with their cloaks.
/“What are we going to do with him, Elrohir?”/
/“I can’t say, it is obvious he came to his forest by magical means. Perhaps his family was attacked. That would explain the wound on his forehead, though not how he suddenly appeared out of nowhere.”/
“That is bizarre,” muttered Elladan.
/“We should go to the nearest settlement of men and inquire if they have lost a child.”/
/“But not now, our guard duty does not end for another week.”/
/“Then we are to keep him with us until we are able to search for his family?”/ Elladan looked almost horrified at the thought. He did not have good memories of Esthel at that age; he had been an unruly child.
/“We can’t just leave him here, Elladan. Once he wakes we can try to get as much information out of him as possible.”/
/“If you say so…”/
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The next morning the twins, sons of Lord Elrond, were waiting for the child to wake. Thinking that someone had switched brothers on him during the night, Elladan was sent under Elrohir’s orders to go look for fruit and herbs to prepare the child a decent meal.
Truth be told it had been a while since Elladan noticed a change in his bother; about 15 years ago, which in elf years was actually a short period of time. He noticed him being more ‘maternal’ in a sense. His gray eyes gleamed peculiarly whenever he would see children playing or pregnant women. He thought that perhaps his brother thought it was time to begin his own family, even thought they were kind of young to be thinking about marriage and taking into account the matter of the war, many elves had set sail from the Grey Havens and there weren’t many others of their race to choose from. This fact, Elladan had noticed, had saddened Elrohir. Still, Elladan already knew that, for him at least, his destiny did not lie with someone of his own race. For a long time now something told him that his destiny lay with the race of Estel…and it wasn’t exactly a woman.
“What did you bring?”
“Some very sweet fruits and some herbs with a mild flavor to prepare him some hot tea.”
“Good…”
At that moment the green-eyed child rose anxiously from the improvised cot of cloaks. He frowned as he opened his eyes. This place did not look at all like his room.
“Mommy?”
Elrohir rose from his seat and then kneeled next to Harry. He smiled while he patted Harry’s hair, which was somewhat dirty from the blood he had shed the previous night. His scar looked better, it was very red, but it didn’t look like it would bleed any further.
“Mommy is not here, child. My name is Elrohir and you can come to me for anything you want.”
“Eoir?” Harry asked bewildered.
“Yes, he’s Eoir and I am Elladan,” he presented himself smiling.
“Dan, Eoir,” Harry said looking at each one of them.
“That’s right and now tell me one thing. Do you know how old you are?” For which all he got as a confused look.
He sighed. “Your name?”
“Haddy!”
/“It’s useless, we should name him ourselves.”/
Both brothers looked at the child with intense concentration. Harry, for his part, was very uncomfortable since he was very dirty and hungry.
/“His most distinguishing feature are those beautiful eyes,”/ remarked Elrohir.
/“You’re right, I have never seen that color eyes before.”/
“Ezellahen,” Elrohir said after a few minutes in thought.
“That’s perfect,” he said looking at the child. “From now on your name will be Ezellahen, all right?”
Ezellahen blinked and used Elladan’s legs for support in order to rise.
“Poo,” he said, looking apprehensive.
“Excuse me...?”
“Poo, Haddy poo-poo,” he looked down pointing towards his diaper.
They both lowered their gaze and raised an eyebrow; then they sniffed the air and frowned.
“He’s all yours brother,” murmured Elrohir as he rose to his feet. “I fixed his breakfast.”
“But..!”
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-Next to the creek
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Elladan looked at Harry as if he were an Uruk about to strike him dead. He slowly started unfastening the child’s clothing for he had no idea what they were: his clothing was bizarre. He wore a garment that was not a shirt and it was made from a very rough type of cotton, which depicted very strange drawings. The drawing was that of a boy with an orange outfit and spiked hair surrounded by golden spheres (Goku XD). The trousers were something else; they had a strange way of fastening but were not troublesome.
“What..?” He frowned as he saw the medallion that hung against the child’s chest. He took it within his hands and removed it slowly.
“Daddy!” the child said, remembering that it was his beloved father who had placed it on him the previous night.
“Your father gave it to you?” Elladan smiled and returned it to him. It was then that he ran into the first problem….when he tried to remove the child’s diaper. “What is this?”
Never in his long life had he ever seen such an article. He knew that young children used cloths to contain their….wastes, but the thing that Harry was wearing was not anything he could recognize. He could not think of any way that it could be removed, it seemed to be fastened to the skin, therefore he had no choice but to use the dagger he kept in his boot. He skillfully cut through the sides and wrinkled his nose at the unpleasant odor.
“Well…let’s go to the water,” he said, picking up the child.
He would be lying if he were to say he didn’t enjoy himself, the child seemed to like the water and Elladan felt his inner child awaken as he played with Ezellahen. His twin had to draw his attention in order to end their playing.
“These are his clothes?”
“Yes, they are very strange,” remarked Elladan while he dried himself and helped Harry do the same.
Elrohir inspected the garments with an arched eyebrow. The tag on the shirt drew his attention; there, a name could be read…
“Harry…”
“What did you say?”
“That it has a…” Elrohir chocked on a laugh as he saw the state the other two were in. Harry’s hair was in complete disarray and, incredibly, so was his brother’s. This was due to the fact that Harry had insisted on drying Elladan’s hair just like Elladan had dried his. “This strange garment has a name embroidered on it. ‘Harry’ must be his real name, since he kept telling us that his name was Haddy.”
“Then his full name must be Harry Potter,” murmured Elladan while looking at the child.
“Why do you say so?” Elrohir asked surprised.
“Look at this,” Elladan said, throwing him the medallion he had removed from Ezellahen’s neck. “He was wearing it when I undressed him. It seems to be a coat-of-arms,” he looked at Harry. “Do you think he’s of noble birth?”
“Anything’s possible,” he frowned, “we need to dress him in other garments; these stink and are blood stained.”
“Then we’ll just have to buy him some clothing in his own size…”
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“What do you know of my sons, Glorfindel?”
“Eh…,” the exceptionally fair elf shifted nervously. He wasn’t sure if the information he had would prove agreeable to Lord Elrond. “I sent a search party to look for them at the guard post you indicated, sir, however…they were not there.”
The dark-haired half-elf raised his head from his papers and arched an eyebrow while gazing at his most important subordinate.
“Are you trying to tell me that Elladan and Elrohir have abandoned their mission?”
“I am afraid so, Lord Elrond. The scouts that I sent to search for them informed me of it this very morning. When they did not find them at their post they looked for them in the nearby surroundings, but didn’t find them….and that’s not all,” he faltered.
“Tell me…,” Lord Elrond said appearing angry. This was the last thing he expected the twins to do. He was sure they knew their assignment was punishment for their little prank from two weeks ago, now here he was being told that they had abandoned their posts.
“They found evidence that, it seems, they were caring for a baby,” Glorfindel replied in an undertone.
Lord Elrond was struck silent…one of the few times of his life.
To Be Continued…
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Note: Hi! XD
Well, it seems that the twins have decided to go do their good deed…now we just have to wait and see how Daddy Elrond takes it. Ha…
Translator Notes: Tancave is Quenya,meaning Yes (literally "certainly"). The authors usually used Tancave instead of writing 'yes,' so from here on although it is elvish, I will write ‘Tancave’ within the translation / instead of ‘yes’ if the authors used it so.
Please review! Constructive criticism is always welcome!
This is a translation of the fanfic “Ezellahen" (Spanish) by Utena-Puchiko-nyu and Angeli Murasaki.
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Ezellahen
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WARNING: This fanfic is set COMPLETELY in an Alternate Universe. There will be M-preg, elves, wizards OOC and much more.
Reading Guide:
-Normal writing: narration
-Dialogue: “Regular dialogue”
-Character thoughts: 'character thoughts' (and sometimes used for word emphasis, etc.)
-Elvish tongue: /"Elvish"/
-Note: Will be notes from the authors
- Translator Notes: these are quite obviously notes from myself, the translator (Lina)
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Chapter 1: Seldo Ezellahen (Green Eyed Child)
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They looked at each other with a frown. By the sound of it, they could have sworn it was the cry of a young child, but it had been so long since they heard one, they could be mistaken.
/“Do you hear what I hear?”/
/“Tancave, Elladan. Let’s go look.”/
They approached cautiously. They knew that the only wizard alive in Middle Earth was Gandalf, only one such as him could manage to prepare such a trap, so it was better to be safe than sorry. With typical elvish manner, which barred the possibility that they would be heard, they approached the small bundle. Elladan was the first one to crouch by it and, ignoring his twin’s signal for caution, took the child into his arms.
Harry Potter hiccuped and managed to halt his crying to see the owner of the arms that held him. It wasn’t anyone he knew. It was a young man with long, black, silky hair; very pale skin; gray eyes and what most drew the child’s attention were his pointy ears. He stretched his hands to touch them put the pain from his forehead made him cry again.
/“He’s bloody…”Elrohir said, taking the child into his strong arms. “Give me water and a cloth to clean the wound.”/
Elladan complied and ran towards the horses to get the canteen and a small, clean cloth. When he returned, his twin was rocking the baby, managing to somewhat calm the child’s crying. He arched an eyebrow at the curious sight since male elves where not exactly knows for their ‘maternal’ instincts. Still, they would still be the exception on the long run for they had been living with men and other races ever since their mother decided to go to Valinor.
With extreme care, Elrohir focused on cleaning the dry blood off the child’s forehead. He frowned when he noticed that the child had been left with an extremely noticeable scar.
/“It’s weird…”/ Elladan murmured. /“It looks like a bolt of lightening doesn’t it?”/
/“It does…”/ Elrohir answered sincerely. /“I can also sense a dark energy radiating from it. This is no ordinary scar.”/
While they discussed the situation, Harry started sucking his thumb. He was hungry since they had been about to have dinner when Voldemort decided to visit Godric’s Hollow. He asked himself where his mother was that she was not there to feed him.
“Mommy…” he murmured, drawing the attention of the elves.
Shocking his twin, Elrohir smiled tenderly at the child while he rocked him in his arms. 'What’s up with him?'
“Your mother is not here, little one,” he responded and frowned. /“How old do you think he is?”/
/“He looks young…around the same age as Estel when he came to us, or maybe younger?”/ He clicked his tongue. /“Better ask him, I am not good at guessing the age of men.”/
Elrohir complied and turned his gaze to the child. Harry looked at him with interest, he didn’t understand what they were talking about, but he liked the sound of their voices.
“Hello little one. What is your name? Can you tell me?”
“Haddy!” he called out with a smile.
“That’s a weird name…” murmured Elladan.
“It must not be his real name, idiot. Now that I look closely it doesn’t look like if he’s older than two mortal years.”
“How old are you, Haddy?”
Harry looked at him without knowing how to answer…because he didn’t understand the question.
“Foo,” he said instead, since he was starving and wanted food.
Elladan frowned and looked at his brother. /“What do we do?”/
“I think he’s hungry,” Elrohir responded as he watched the child suck his thumb while focusing his green-eyed gaze on the elf’s pointed ears.
“I only have some lembas,” Elladan said looking through his pockets, “Do you think he’d like it?”
“I think so,” he murmured while handing the child the elvish bread.
Harry looked at it with curiosity, but being so young and hungry he didn’t give it much thought before he ate it and smiled at the twins while he chewed. He really liked it, though it didn’t do anything to get rid of the pain on his forehead, which is why he would place a hand upon his scar from time to time.
“Bring the wound salve. Let’s put it on his forehead.”
After eating a few more pieces of lembas Harry became sleepy. Shocking his twin even more, if that was even possible, Elrohir rocked Harry while he sung him an elvish lullaby. The child didn’t take long in falling asleep; though he missed his mother putting him to bed, the arms that held him were comforting and the voice similarly beautiful even if the song was in a language he couldn’t understand. Once the child was sleeping soundly the twins set him down, near to the fire they had lit, on an improvised cot they had prepared with their cloaks.
/“What are we going to do with him, Elrohir?”/
/“I can’t say, it is obvious he came to his forest by magical means. Perhaps his family was attacked. That would explain the wound on his forehead, though not how he suddenly appeared out of nowhere.”/
“That is bizarre,” muttered Elladan.
/“We should go to the nearest settlement of men and inquire if they have lost a child.”/
/“But not now, our guard duty does not end for another week.”/
/“Then we are to keep him with us until we are able to search for his family?”/ Elladan looked almost horrified at the thought. He did not have good memories of Esthel at that age; he had been an unruly child.
/“We can’t just leave him here, Elladan. Once he wakes we can try to get as much information out of him as possible.”/
/“If you say so…”/
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The next morning the twins, sons of Lord Elrond, were waiting for the child to wake. Thinking that someone had switched brothers on him during the night, Elladan was sent under Elrohir’s orders to go look for fruit and herbs to prepare the child a decent meal.
Truth be told it had been a while since Elladan noticed a change in his bother; about 15 years ago, which in elf years was actually a short period of time. He noticed him being more ‘maternal’ in a sense. His gray eyes gleamed peculiarly whenever he would see children playing or pregnant women. He thought that perhaps his brother thought it was time to begin his own family, even thought they were kind of young to be thinking about marriage and taking into account the matter of the war, many elves had set sail from the Grey Havens and there weren’t many others of their race to choose from. This fact, Elladan had noticed, had saddened Elrohir. Still, Elladan already knew that, for him at least, his destiny did not lie with someone of his own race. For a long time now something told him that his destiny lay with the race of Estel…and it wasn’t exactly a woman.
“What did you bring?”
“Some very sweet fruits and some herbs with a mild flavor to prepare him some hot tea.”
“Good…”
At that moment the green-eyed child rose anxiously from the improvised cot of cloaks. He frowned as he opened his eyes. This place did not look at all like his room.
“Mommy?”
Elrohir rose from his seat and then kneeled next to Harry. He smiled while he patted Harry’s hair, which was somewhat dirty from the blood he had shed the previous night. His scar looked better, it was very red, but it didn’t look like it would bleed any further.
“Mommy is not here, child. My name is Elrohir and you can come to me for anything you want.”
“Eoir?” Harry asked bewildered.
“Yes, he’s Eoir and I am Elladan,” he presented himself smiling.
“Dan, Eoir,” Harry said looking at each one of them.
“That’s right and now tell me one thing. Do you know how old you are?” For which all he got as a confused look.
He sighed. “Your name?”
“Haddy!”
/“It’s useless, we should name him ourselves.”/
Both brothers looked at the child with intense concentration. Harry, for his part, was very uncomfortable since he was very dirty and hungry.
/“His most distinguishing feature are those beautiful eyes,”/ remarked Elrohir.
/“You’re right, I have never seen that color eyes before.”/
“Ezellahen,” Elrohir said after a few minutes in thought.
“That’s perfect,” he said looking at the child. “From now on your name will be Ezellahen, all right?”
Ezellahen blinked and used Elladan’s legs for support in order to rise.
“Poo,” he said, looking apprehensive.
“Excuse me...?”
“Poo, Haddy poo-poo,” he looked down pointing towards his diaper.
They both lowered their gaze and raised an eyebrow; then they sniffed the air and frowned.
“He’s all yours brother,” murmured Elrohir as he rose to his feet. “I fixed his breakfast.”
“But..!”
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-Next to the creek
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Elladan looked at Harry as if he were an Uruk about to strike him dead. He slowly started unfastening the child’s clothing for he had no idea what they were: his clothing was bizarre. He wore a garment that was not a shirt and it was made from a very rough type of cotton, which depicted very strange drawings. The drawing was that of a boy with an orange outfit and spiked hair surrounded by golden spheres (Goku XD). The trousers were something else; they had a strange way of fastening but were not troublesome.
“What..?” He frowned as he saw the medallion that hung against the child’s chest. He took it within his hands and removed it slowly.
“Daddy!” the child said, remembering that it was his beloved father who had placed it on him the previous night.
“Your father gave it to you?” Elladan smiled and returned it to him. It was then that he ran into the first problem….when he tried to remove the child’s diaper. “What is this?”
Never in his long life had he ever seen such an article. He knew that young children used cloths to contain their….wastes, but the thing that Harry was wearing was not anything he could recognize. He could not think of any way that it could be removed, it seemed to be fastened to the skin, therefore he had no choice but to use the dagger he kept in his boot. He skillfully cut through the sides and wrinkled his nose at the unpleasant odor.
“Well…let’s go to the water,” he said, picking up the child.
He would be lying if he were to say he didn’t enjoy himself, the child seemed to like the water and Elladan felt his inner child awaken as he played with Ezellahen. His twin had to draw his attention in order to end their playing.
“These are his clothes?”
“Yes, they are very strange,” remarked Elladan while he dried himself and helped Harry do the same.
Elrohir inspected the garments with an arched eyebrow. The tag on the shirt drew his attention; there, a name could be read…
“Harry…”
“What did you say?”
“That it has a…” Elrohir chocked on a laugh as he saw the state the other two were in. Harry’s hair was in complete disarray and, incredibly, so was his brother’s. This was due to the fact that Harry had insisted on drying Elladan’s hair just like Elladan had dried his. “This strange garment has a name embroidered on it. ‘Harry’ must be his real name, since he kept telling us that his name was Haddy.”
“Then his full name must be Harry Potter,” murmured Elladan while looking at the child.
“Why do you say so?” Elrohir asked surprised.
“Look at this,” Elladan said, throwing him the medallion he had removed from Ezellahen’s neck. “He was wearing it when I undressed him. It seems to be a coat-of-arms,” he looked at Harry. “Do you think he’s of noble birth?”
“Anything’s possible,” he frowned, “we need to dress him in other garments; these stink and are blood stained.”
“Then we’ll just have to buy him some clothing in his own size…”
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“What do you know of my sons, Glorfindel?”
“Eh…,” the exceptionally fair elf shifted nervously. He wasn’t sure if the information he had would prove agreeable to Lord Elrond. “I sent a search party to look for them at the guard post you indicated, sir, however…they were not there.”
The dark-haired half-elf raised his head from his papers and arched an eyebrow while gazing at his most important subordinate.
“Are you trying to tell me that Elladan and Elrohir have abandoned their mission?”
“I am afraid so, Lord Elrond. The scouts that I sent to search for them informed me of it this very morning. When they did not find them at their post they looked for them in the nearby surroundings, but didn’t find them….and that’s not all,” he faltered.
“Tell me…,” Lord Elrond said appearing angry. This was the last thing he expected the twins to do. He was sure they knew their assignment was punishment for their little prank from two weeks ago, now here he was being told that they had abandoned their posts.
“They found evidence that, it seems, they were caring for a baby,” Glorfindel replied in an undertone.
Lord Elrond was struck silent…one of the few times of his life.
To Be Continued…
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Note: Hi! XD
Well, it seems that the twins have decided to go do their good deed…now we just have to wait and see how Daddy Elrond takes it. Ha…
Translator Notes: Tancave is Quenya,meaning Yes (literally "certainly"). The authors usually used Tancave instead of writing 'yes,' so from here on although it is elvish, I will write ‘Tancave’ within the translation / instead of ‘yes’ if the authors used it so.
Please review! Constructive criticism is always welcome!