[Never in his life has he come across someone who did not know at least the name of Gondor, and the strangeness of it itches at the back of his mind, a nagging sense of wrongness. How far can he have come, or how long lingered in death and darkness, to find himself so much a stranger?]
[It is less of a surprise, then, to find that her question has no familiarity to him, either. Shinju-sama does not even sound like it can belong to any of the languages he knows, in its ring or in its tone.]
[He shakes his head, his discomfiture flitting across his face.]
no subject
[It is less of a surprise, then, to find that her question has no familiarity to him, either. Shinju-sama does not even sound like it can belong to any of the languages he knows, in its ring or in its tone.]
[He shakes his head, his discomfiture flitting across his face.]
Not by that name, in any case. Ought I to?