Okay, now Matt can't help himself. His voice pitches a bit lower, taking on a melodic note as he recalls the verse. "I*nimwaloth i bain a phant, I laiss in end calen nadhras, A egennir galad vin lant, En elin vi uialthiliol." The words sound almost vaguely Gaelic, a quiet singsong lilt to the verse. It doesn't matter that they're in a bar and it's nearing time to pair off for trivia, he has a feeling that Cisco is one of the very rare few who would appreciate at least a snippet of the Sindarin.
"There, ah, weren't that many books to read at first. So I tended to read the same ones over and over." And Matt hopes that it wasn't too much as he takes a moment to locate Cisco's hand and loosely tangle their fingers.
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Date: 2016-08-16 06:50 pm (UTC)A egennir galad vin lant, En elin vi uialthiliol." The words sound almost vaguely Gaelic, a quiet singsong lilt to the verse. It doesn't matter that they're in a bar and it's nearing time to pair off for trivia, he has a feeling that Cisco is one of the very rare few who would appreciate at least a snippet of the Sindarin.
"There, ah, weren't that many books to read at first. So I tended to read the same ones over and over." And Matt hopes that it wasn't too much as he takes a moment to locate Cisco's hand and loosely tangle their fingers.