For'mya looked at Endith as she powered down the engines and Tina moved forward from her station to kneel between their seats. They both smiled and took each other's hand as Tina rested her own on top of theirs. They brought their helmeted heads together.
"I'narr en gothrim glinuva nuin I'anor." For'mya spoke softly in elfin. (The bones of our foes will gleam under the sun.)
"Lye nuquernuva sen e dagor." Endith echoed. (We will defeat them in battle.)
"Lissenen ar' maska'lalaith tenna' lye omentuva." (Sweet water and light laughter until next we meet.) Tina spoke in fluent elfin, finishing the ritual they had begun many months ago at the end of each time they flew. Endith and For'mya had schooled her hard, at her request, to learn their language, and Tina was now one of a few hundred humans within the Union who could actually communicate in the elfin tongue with no difficulty in the least.
