The Merchant of Valinor by Tehta

Lambë (Tongue)

Lying to the Queen of Doriath, even by omission, is unwise, so when she began to ask me pointed questions about my departure from Valinor, I revealed all: the Oath, the murder, the wanton destruction of property, even my plans for the Kinslayers. Although the Queen is hard to read, or even to gaze upon, I somehow got the impression that she approved.

Moments later, the King summoned his Noldorin visitors, and a few hours of kingly (and lordly) shouting were followed by a language ban and  a temporary banishment–but I did not mind either, for I felt ready for a change of both name and venue.

Before my time in those caves, I had been merely Cévandil the enterprising peddler; but now I became Gwindil Glilam, friend to all, who once sold a dozen rabbit skins to Mablung the Hunter. Even the nature of my business had evolved, for I no longer kept my wealth in carts, but in the great banks of the Blue Mountains. and in the enterprises I had founded, such as the construction company carving out my new home in Nargothrond, and the trading company keeping the builders supplied with axes, picks, and beard oil.

Chapter End Notes

Cévandil gets a new, cool alliterative name! Gwindil is the Sindarin version of his Telerin name (both mean new-lover, which I translate for myself as “enterpreneur”) and Glilam means honey-tongue, which makes sense for a man obviously gifted at languages, even for an Elf, as well at negotiation.

I got the whole thing from https://store.realelvish.net/custom-translations/