Atra esterní ono thelduin.
May good fortune rule over you.
Mor'ranr lífa unin hjarta onr.
Peace in your heart.
Un du evarínya ono varda.
And the stars watch over you.
Paolini's elves were very similar to Tolkien's.... Ahha. Just kidding, I actually like these books. His Ancient Language had to come from somewhere at age fifteen, after all. As for creating a new world when one is fifteen..... /could've made millions /won't /maybe will someday
The opening to this blog post is the greeting they use. The one of the lower rank, title, age, whatever starts first, and then the second person does the middle. If it is a special warm-fuzzy meeting, the third line is added by either party if they wish to honor the first party.
Things are so much simpler in his world, but I'll still buy his book. After all, is the Ancient language really so different from....
The moon is honored to shine on you, my lady.
And may the fire burn in your heart, my Lord.
Or perhaps
May many hours pass before I must leave you, Wave-Crusher.
And twice the hours before you must leave me, good Knight.
Or the ever popular
Lady Eliac, have you at last stopped time? Has the silver in your hair, at last, caused the stubborn sun to cease its' shining?
Ach, Nephamael! Mind yourself, lest the sun and I decide to burn you.
Nephamael always was a one for too much flattery. If I didn't give him a cut-off time, he could've made up verses to my face on the spot.
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