Title: Passing Out Parade
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
Passing Out Parade
In what the outside world called Mirkwood, a warrior’s training started early. Elflings learnt to use a bow as relief from schooling; could hit a target before they could neatly write their tengwar.
But serious training began only as they approached maturity, and finished only when the trainers agreed that they had achieved a certain standard.
Now came official recognition; ten young ellyn stood as their teachers twisted warriors braids into their hair before ‘The Speech’.
“Now you begin to truly learn how to be a warrior…” said the king.
This time one graduate thought, ‘So you always say… Adar.’