Well first of all I don't speak elven but I am going to learn it soon. *smiles* "Well let me know if you need a hand ... I learned Sindarin first, as that is the language of Clan Bael'arivanna, even though we are High Elves, and Sindarin is classically the language of the Mith'quessir or Grey Elves such as you find in great profusion in Tel'Mithrim."
I was raised in part by men therefore learnt their tounge first. The brew here is excellant to. Well I was found as a baby by a nice family of human farmers. They named me George.
*laughs, then looks ashamed* "sorry, couldn't help it! You simply don't look like a 'George'"
...I guess I don't have a clan I mean I do but it is unknown to me.
"Well, don't let it weigh you down. Most elves will tell you that sometimes having the clan looking down on you isn't such a benevolent thing."
*whispers to himself about being shy and stuttering because of bueaty*
*smiles thinking that beauty is hardly her biggest draw-card. Raised as a warrior, she is lean and muscled, and very rarely effeminate*
I am told however that I am a Courageous Rohirrim* sighs to himself about not knowing anything and orders a pint*would you like one?
"Perhaps it is just that my Quenya is not too good but what does Rohirrim mean?"
*salutes, with a touch to her brow as Vanabarion hands her another pint*
Also would you please email or IM me (IC) I would love to talk to you more.
(OOC)I'm not opposed to that, my email should be included with this message, just click on my name where it's highlighted, as for IM ... I'll see what I can do, but we're in different time zones.
(IC)"I'm in no hurry, take your time. I plan to be around Tel'Ruid and the Silver Arrow for some time. In fact I've pitched tent at the edge of the glade whilst my arm is healing"