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Guidance/Language/Temperate/Stranger

Balan teaches Finrod his language


Balan guides the elf's fingers against his lips as he pronounces the strange word Nóm has been having difficulty replicating the exact sounds of.  The aspirate needs to be more temperate, he instructs, demonstrating the proper placement of his lips.  Nóm nods, his brow furrowed as he copies the movement, shifting his hand to his own mouth as he mimics Balan.  After a few tries, he succeeds and grins in triumph, Balan's fond smile mirroring his in response.  

I'll be speaking your language properly in no time!

Balan laughs warmly.  You already speak it well, Nóm.

But not yet perfectly.


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