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[namo]

Námo sits in a chair near the fire, staring into it, brooding.

He's gotten good at the brooding.

Why yes, it is an imaginative entrance post.

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Elrond opens his mouth and then closes it and ponders for a long moment.

"In truth, it is merely because I like it. I have taught her some little of Sidnarin as well, but I recall, with the memory the Valar gave my kind, Quenya with perfect clarity, and I like it as a language. When confronted with someone who wanted to learn, I consented. Whatever else has been made of the languages of the Edhel, Quenya is, in form, one of the most beautiful of sounds."

He looks a little embarassed at first, but the belief and simple reasons behind his choice shine through his words.

[namo]

"Speak not to me, of all creatures, Elrond of Imladris, of the gifts bestowed upon the Eldar. These I well know, for I lifted my voice in the Song that granted them," Namo barks, more harshly than he intended. He takes a deep breath and continues, "But I do agree that the speech of the Noldolie has a lyrical quality that Sindarin lacks. Perhaps that is why I, too, prefer it."

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Elrond is caught utterly by surprise.

"I...did not mean offense, my Lord. I merely tried to explain myself. I... apologize if I gave offense unintentionally."

Elrond blinks for a few moments, silent, then nods his head.

"It is a good language to my ears."

For a long moment he is silent, then he speaks again.

"If I may be excused? There is a battle to prepare for, and little time to do it."

He bows to the Valar.