In a fantasy land, a whimsical elf holds out a fancy sheathed sword to someone in real-world clothing.
Elf: Child of Earth, might you deliver a royal gift for me?
Messenger: A magic sword?
Elf: Only the ignorant call such things magic! This is an eliptar made through the science of soul rendering.
Messenger: Sorry, I’m still learning what everything is called. So this is for the king, from the elves?
Elf: *Sigh.* Elves are fictional creatures of folklore. We’re the Lotherien. And what is this “king” you speak of? In yonder castle rules the Grand Moffkin.
Messenger, cringing: Sorry, I’ll get it right, I promise.
A ruler sits on the throne with their adviser nearby. Before the throne, the messenger presents the gift with a flourish. Elves laugh in the background.
Messenger: Grand Moffkin, I bring you a soul-rendered eliptar from the Lotherien!
King to Adviser: Do you have any idea what he just said?
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Comments on Fancy Words
LOL … yep, that happens if you want to show that this is not your regular fantasy. Love it, Bunny and Chris!
That Lotherien was so incredibly mean…
From the advisor’s face, I’m guessing they’ve figured out what happened.
20$ the names comes from “Grand Moff Tarkin” for the King and « Lord of the Ring Tolkien » for the Elves
How dare, all of my terminology is bestowed onto me directly by the eternal muse, I would never write such derivative slush! ; )
I humbly apologise to the eternal muse for doubting her genius-inspiring powers. Any chance she would have bestowed upon you the divine origin of the word « eliptar » ?
My best guess is “scepter.”
It is the Grand Muffin actually.
And they’re addressed as ‘Your Deliciousness.’
There is a sketch from some comedians that depict Gandalf sending Frodo to greet Elrond in elvish and after each sentence either Elron or Gandalf beating up Frodo for saying something ofensive (being just nonsense in the first place). It’s hilarious but sadly only available in spanish.
There’s probably no big crisis and the sword is just something the kingdom and elves send back and forth with whichever newly arrived Earth Person’s turn it is to be gently teased. Hmm. So what is the fantasy world equivalent of sending someone for a different size of grid squares, prop wash, diesel engine spark plugs, or a left handed screwdriver?
“After you have delivered the soul-rendered eliptar to the Grand Moffkin, can you pick up a can of elbow-grease on your way back?”