Fan Fiction ❯ Travelers In the Dark ❯ Wake-up Call ( Chapter 3 )

Travelers In the Dark

Disclaimer: Sorry, my dear friends, I do not own Lord of the Rings or the characters there-in. I do own, however, a list of characters in this story. That list includes Perk, Callo, Mike, Heero (credit goes to Thunderfox also on this character). The list goes every on and on…down from the table where it began, *dum dum dum*, but I must end it here if I can.

Chapter 3: Wake-up Call

"Toron, áva fume. Covia, ta ná enquë ¹," said Mike using a dose of elvish instead of the usual Common Speech.

"Mana na ta, toron ²?" asked Perk sitting up slightly.

"Tul. Tul or hosta né yello ³,"- replied Mike

"Gather where?" asked Perk getting out of his bed.

"lme cantë a talan, macil-nér º," replied Mike.

"Nya macil nà tereva. Ta nira palpa aiquen ª!" yelled Perk defensively.

"Did I say it was bad?" asked Mike innocently. "I just implied that my two short swords are better."

"Whatever," replied Perk.

"I'm gonna speak to dad and Gandalf," stated Mike walking out the room.

"Bye," replied Perk before Mike closed the door. "Gandalf's here? The situation must be worse than I thought."

"Much worse," Gandalf, who had just opened the door and walked in, cut in, "much much worse."

"Gandalf!" cried Perk, surprised to see the wizard.

"Yes, it is me. As I was saying, it is much worse than any of us have ever expected. Even Elrond was caught unaware and surprised. He has called a Council in Rivendell. I have chosen 3 from Lothlorien to travel to the council. You might have already guessed at it, but those three will be you, your brother, and Callo," said Gandalf. My foresight has not seen much, yet I can see what will happen at the Council of Elrond," said Gandalf traveling into thought.

"What will happen?" asked Perk.

"That is for me to know, and for you to find out eventually. Now get ready, the council shall begin in a few hours," replied Gandalf walking out of the room. "Oh, and before I forget, get your things ready, we will make the journey to Rivendell tomorrow at the latest."

"I have a feeling we shall not see the fair city of Lothlorien for a while," said Perk to himself.

"Your feeling is most likely correct. See you in a few hours," said Gandalf shutting the door.

Translations:

"Toron, áva fume. Covia, ta ná enquë ¹,"-Brother, don't sleep. Awake, it is six.

"Mana na ta, toron ²?"-What is it, brother?

"Tul. Tul or hosta né yello ³,"- Come. Come on, a gathering was called.

"lme cantë a talan, macil-nér º,"- Our fourth floor, sword-man.

"Nya macil nà tereva. Ta nira palpa aiquen ª!"- My sword is fine. It can beat anyone!

[Yeah, I know… it was kinda short. There is your introduction to the wonderful language of Quenya. Translations are above ^^^. This will not be the last time I write in Quenya. Lol. The Quenya was a it short (I have a limited 87 page guide from a website online--). Next chapter soon, hopefully.]