"To be fair, my Sindarin is a little stronger than my Quenya," he offers, rubbing at the back of his neck with a smile. "They never translated any Dwarven into braille so I never really had the chance. When I was learning braille, I had a tutor who got his hands on some rare copies when he found out I liked Tolkien."

"I'll make you a deal," that smile is back again. "If we watch the movies and I botch any of the translations, I will do karaoke. And sing." Why not make it a little interesting, right?