[Just as his granddaughter found the language odd, Arafinwë found it even more so. He was fluent in Quenya, and had learned Sindarin and the Western tongue of Middle-Earth from Celebrían in preparation for when the Exiles and those whom they brought Sailed home. But the language written and spoken here were none of those languages, despite there being no difficulty in understanding it.
Strange, to add to everything else about this city. He finds a smile at seeing Celebrían already there a the library - how many times had this scene been repeated? More so in the adjusting and recovering days of her arrival, and he'd joined her so many times.
Silent feet bring him closer to her, just a quiet swish of clothing gives his steps away if she's paying attention. He speaks as usual, quietly and curiously.]
B!
Strange, to add to everything else about this city. He finds a smile at seeing Celebrían already there a the library - how many times had this scene been repeated? More so in the adjusting and recovering days of her arrival, and he'd joined her so many times.
Silent feet bring him closer to her, just a quiet swish of clothing gives his steps away if she's paying attention. He speaks as usual, quietly and curiously.]
Celebrían. What have you learned?