Fic: ‘New friends.’
Title: New friends.
Fandom: Lord of the Rings (movies).
Rating: (G)
Time Period: Before events in The Hobbit.
Summary: Gandalf makes a new friend.
Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).
Gandalf didn’t smoke during Arwen’s childhood (as far as is known) but I can’t separate Gandalf and smoke rings; it feels very wrong!
Translation of the Elven can be read by running your mouse over the words.
This follows Joyful greetings, a visit or two later.
Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of JRR Tolkien, the Tolkien Estate and the Tolkien Trust & Peter Jackson, Fran Walsh & Philippa Boyens (their interpretations); I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by them.
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He sits under a tree, enjoying the sunlight; it allows him to better see the pipe rings he releases into the air.
“Mára aurë.”
He doesn’t turn at the quiet greeting. He puffs on his pipe briefly before he removes it from his lips. “Mára aurë.”
“Manen nalyë?”
He releases a slow breath; smoke drifts into the sky. “Im maer.” He reaches up and sets his hat on the ground. “Manen nalyë?”
He turns his head when there is no reply, curious. He sees a girl, dark of hair and grey of eye; he recognises her from his first visit. Her hands knit together. “Im maer,” she finally replies.
“Nin estar Mithrandir,” he offers and pats the ground beside him. She sits beside him and he smiles.
“Nin estar Arwen.”
He nods and softly blows; a smoke ring, shaped as a bird, flies upward. She smiles quickly. “Le hannon Mithrandir.”
He glances to her and she sees the slight nod, hidden by his beard. She releases a slow breath and her shoulders ease a little. Her hands now in her lap, she looks at the smoke ring, nose crinkled. “Man carel le?”
He chuckles quietly and half-turns toward her, his pipe in hand.
Fandom: Lord of the Rings (movies).
Rating: (G)
Time Period: Before events in The Hobbit.
Summary: Gandalf makes a new friend.
Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).
Gandalf didn’t smoke during Arwen’s childhood (as far as is known) but I can’t separate Gandalf and smoke rings; it feels very wrong!
Translation of the Elven can be read by running your mouse over the words.
This follows Joyful greetings, a visit or two later.
Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of JRR Tolkien, the Tolkien Estate and the Tolkien Trust & Peter Jackson, Fran Walsh & Philippa Boyens (their interpretations); I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by them.
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He sits under a tree, enjoying the sunlight; it allows him to better see the pipe rings he releases into the air.
“Mára aurë.”
He doesn’t turn at the quiet greeting. He puffs on his pipe briefly before he removes it from his lips. “Mára aurë.”
“Manen nalyë?”
He releases a slow breath; smoke drifts into the sky. “Im maer.” He reaches up and sets his hat on the ground. “Manen nalyë?”
He turns his head when there is no reply, curious. He sees a girl, dark of hair and grey of eye; he recognises her from his first visit. Her hands knit together. “Im maer,” she finally replies.
“Nin estar Mithrandir,” he offers and pats the ground beside him. She sits beside him and he smiles.
“Nin estar Arwen.”
He nods and softly blows; a smoke ring, shaped as a bird, flies upward. She smiles quickly. “Le hannon Mithrandir.”
He glances to her and she sees the slight nod, hidden by his beard. She releases a slow breath and her shoulders ease a little. Her hands now in her lap, she looks at the smoke ring, nose crinkled. “Man carel le?”
He chuckles quietly and half-turns toward her, his pipe in hand.