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[inafadingcrown]

[You know what’s not fun? Being the only person from a world which has languages that don’t seem to resemble any others. But Galadriel’s been surprised once today by Crowley, so she’s going to be thorough about this. Just in case she can find any conversation partners who aren't notorious trolls. What follows undoubtedly sounds like very pretty

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[encryptedlock]

[Sadly, even Delta's built-in translation doesn't compensate for non-Earth-origin languages. But there happens to be an armored Freelancer and his AI wandering around today anyway, speaking English.]

Afternoon, Lady Galadriel.

[inafadingcrown]

[Context is a wonderful thing, isn't it? She gets the point, even if she can't understand the exact greeting. And she's hoping he'll do the same when she responds in Sindarin. It...sounds pretty, at least?]

Greetings, Master York.

[encryptedlock]

[Okay, yes, he caught his name...though for some reason it sounds a lot nicer in her language. Maybe if he gets her to talk enough, Delta can write a translation algorithm.]

So I'm guessing you don't speak English, then. D, you're running translation checks to see if Elf is like, secretly Finnish or something, right?

Yes.

Fun fact: the grammer of Quenya was influenced by Finnish

[inafadingcrown]

[Man, if he can do that she will love Delta forever. She will just shake her head and attempt to look apologetic as she explains, even though she knows he won't understand.]

I fear all the tongues I speak are found in my world alone.

[jamesholmes]

[He's taken to exploring the grounds recently, and with the newly imposed language barrier he can't really do other things. So it's on a return trip from the grounds, a notebook in hand and looking slightly winded that he walks into the lobby and see's her and heads towards her smiling.]

Good evening Lady Galadriel. [He then signs it out in both ASL and BSL on the off chance that she knew them. He'll work towards other languages in a bit.]

[inafadingcrown]

[Again, context is her friend. She recognizes a greeting when she hears (or sees) one, even if she doesn't understand it.]

Le suilon, Dr. Watson.

[Literally, "I greet you." She smiles apologetically-she knows she's a linguistic mess here- and gestures for him to sit if he wishes.]

[jamesholmes]

[He figured context would win if nothing else, so he'll just smile back at her and nod, his mind going nuts over her language. It's new okay?]

Lorem ego assumam vos in vestra obtulerint. [Literally "Thank you I will take you up on your offer." In Latin. He'll work from there up, and he does sit down near her, rubbing his knees some.]

[inafadingcrown]

[She shakes her head. He's going to be trying a long time with Earth languages. But she'll make another attempt too, however unlikely success might be. She switches over to Quenya, which is actually functionally akin to Latin- a dead language except preserved in poetry and ceremony- and her native language.]

Are you injured?

[At the very least her look of mild concern and gesture toward his knees should clue him in on what she means.]

Dictated - In English/Westron/Common/etc. XD

[justcharles]

This has become one of the many times I'm grateful for my telepathy. Though I may not understand a person's spoken tongue, I can read their thoughts as clearly as though we're speaking the same language. Though I find myself curious about your elven language. Quite poetic, if you don't mind my saying.

Actually Westron is canonically different from English. But we can just assume his telepathy...

[inafadingcrown]

[is making him understood if you want. I assume he'd be able to do that.]

[She's actually quite pleased to hear from him. He seems to have a way of making himself understood and, well, she can do the same for him. So she does something rare; she lets down a just a little bit of that wall around her mind and invites him in. She may still be speaking Westron verbally, but she hopes he will understand.]

You are fortunate, then. I hear thoughts still, but in tongues I cannot understand. Emotions and images are clear enough, however, which is of some assistance. [And she's smiling slightly, though he can't see it.] Might I ask which language you refer to? Quenya or Sindarin?

Works for me :-D

[justcharles]

[Charles can feel Galadriel's walls come down a bit, and it does indeed please him, as he reads up a bit on her languages, while continuing to scan her surface thoughts for meaning.]

It may be something unique to my telepathy, being able to understand a person's thoughts, no matter the language they're being thought in. Though reading emotion and intent are as clear as any spoken tongue.

Oh, they both sounded lovely. Remind me a bit of the languages of Northern Europe, though I don't speak those languages, myself. I'm assuming that last little bit was something else entirely, for how it differed in it's sound.

[inafadingcrown]

In truth, I have never before encountered such circumstances. Most I know speak Sindarin and the rest Common.

You have a keen ear. It is Khuzdûl, the tongue of the Dwarves. I speak very little, but even that is far more than most of my kind may boast.

[beyondimagining]

[Will had been wandering about the lobby, intending to offer his assistance to anyone in need of help. Really, he found the sound of so many languages to be quite fascinating. Many of them he knew, of course. That didn't end his interest in hearing so many of them being spoken aloud. But he found the languages he didn't know more interesting still.

He pauses as he sees Galadriel, hesitating as he tries to decide which language would be best.]

[inafadingcrown]

[Well, well, well. They may not have met in person yet, but Will certainly has a unique presence. It grabs her attention right away. For that, she will set aside her writings and rise.]

Ni veren an le ngovaned, mellon.

["I am happy to meet you, friend." In Sindarin. By this point she's rather given up on people understanding. But certain proprieties are necessary, regardless, and he can at least get the gist of it by her tone.]

[beyondimagining]

[In return Will measures her presence and smiles solemnly. He dips his head in response to her greeting and answers in his own language. The Old Speech. The language of the Old Ones and of magic. Perfect gibberish to any humans of course, but understood by all who dwelled with magic. He didn't know if Galadriel would be able to understand, but he thought there might be a possibility.]

Greetings, Lady.

[inafadingcrown]

[Well, if dwelling with magic is the only qualification, then a Ringbearer should be able to understand, even if she's not currently...bearing said Ring. She was certainly not expecting to understand him, though, so her curiosity is piqued. Comprehending is different from speaking, however, so this really only solves half the problem. She'll just continue in Sindarin for now, relying on gestures and tone.]

Will Stanton, is it not?

[He sounded young before, but it was strange to see the contrast between how he felt and how he looked. It was like sensing an Elrond or a Gandalf in a young child.]

Dictated

[kungfuwitch]

[She recognizes the voice, if not the language]

Galadriel?

[inafadingcrown]

Phoebe. [Names she can do. She sighs and offers an apology...which, of course, comes out in Sindarin.]

Goheno nin. [Well, that was helpful.]

[kungfuwitch]

I take it you can't understand me, either, huh. At the very least it's a beautiful language.

[inafadingcrown]

[No, she doesn't understand a thing, except the tone. Just on the off chance it would work, she switches to Westron which I sadly know nothing of how it sounds.]

I suppose it would be too much to hope that you speak Common.