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"Supposedly.... for some cultures.... and if Kara had another person around during the first fourteen she decided to adopt," Donovan replied back wrly.

He didn't find it presumptuous, especially since Elrohir obviously wasn't use to so many adoptions, much less one done by one woman. Hell, it amused him actually.

"She likes thoughtful names," Donovan added absently.

Though he couldn't figure out the meaning of Trisha or Cinderella... hell what person in their right mind names their kid Cinderella? Apparately that was what was written on the box she got the girl in.

"That's what I mean, though," Elrohir nodded. "You're given a name at birth, and that's the name you have throughout your whole life. Whether or not it means anything is up to both yourself and your parents, or whoever names you. This is the way of the humans here as well."

He paused. "And the dwarfs, I believe," he added cautiously.

They passed out of the city and headed east, down the mountainside, towards the Old City ruins.

Elrohir nodded. He understood. Even amongst the elves, there were those who put no thought into the naming of their children. He was thankful that his mother - wherever she was - and father had put thought into his name, and his siblings' names.

"What about items?" he asked curiously. "Do you even name your items? Weapons, precious possessions?"

"No, I don't," Donovan replied in turn, "Too much attactment."

Afterall he was probably eight percent of the time going to lose the weapon anyhow, why name the damn bugger? Unless you intend to call it Hellfire I, Hellfire II, Hellfire III and so forth as you kept replacing.

"Child Warrior?" Triton blinked thinking about that.

He knew there were young ones that were quite the fighters, they always croped up every once in a while, but it couldn't be a brag.

"Is this person really that young?" then again Triton thought, if it was an elf, it was possible seeing as the 'child' coudl be talented and be his height without a problem.

Elrohir shrugged down at his companions. "I couldn't tell you," he repeated. "No one knows a thing about this person. Not whether they're male or female, or what age ... though to be a child warrior five years ago, they must be at least ... twelve by now."

He shrugged. "I mean, there are towns that I've never been to before, who knows how early children begin their training there? My mother began her training when she was only two years old!"

Elrohir glanced down at Triton curiously. "Another name?" he questioned. "No. If this person has taken this name, to change it would be to lose any advantage gained by the fear produced by it. No, even if the person were older by now, even if they had reached adulthood - though if they were only a child five years ago, I doubt it - they're not likely to change their name."

He shook his head negatively. "No, better to keep it," he murmured.

The trip across the desert was bearable ... but barely. It wasn't the company - in fact, Elrohir found that he was able to get along with his companions quite amiably, as long as certain topics weren't brought up - but rather, the sun was scorching hot and water scarce. He hadn't traveled since searching for Elnara, and sadly, he, the elf, the one who was supposed to be able to withstand more than other races, was the one holding the others back.

At least, that was how he felt half the time. Though he suspected that in the state he was in, it was quite possible that he just didn't notice how the others were handling the heat.

At any rate, it was three days before the plantation came into sight, a sea of green in the midst of a brown and red world.