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"Lin, the carpenter here was where you got your jewelry box, yes?" Earendil asked, shifting the topic away from what was apparently bothering Iorlas. "We visited her the last time we were here, I think."

Andarien pouted. Everyone was speaking in that other language, and he couldn't follow what was being said.

"A long time ago," Earendil chuckled.

"You two have been traveling together for a long time," Daeron remarked to the two. "When you can't keep one visit separate from another ..." He winked at them. "Either that or your memories are going."

"Ada-tol!" Andarien spoke up finally. "What are you saaayyyiiiiiingggg?" He had a very deep pout on his lips, and his frustration was clear.

Andarien blinked at Miyuki. "Why can't they remember?" he asked. "They're not little like me!"

To him, being too young to remember was one things, but their parents weren't as young as him, so that wasn't a good enough excuse.

Iorlas looked at Lin curiously. "How long have you been more or less living in this world?" she asked.

Andarien blinked at Miyuki, staring for a moment, and then he frowned. "Hey! You switched on me!"

"You need to learn the language," Earendil told his son. "Most people here don't know Common Elvish, the language that you know. And we're going to be going to more places where they speak different languages, so you really do need to get used to the idea that you're going to have to learn more."

Andarien pouted. Why couldn't everyone just speak the same language, or learn his language? It wasn't fair!

"That reminds me," Earendil mused. "When we go to the Southland, Miyuki, I'd like you to work on your High Elven rather than speak to everyone in the Common Tongue. It's the last major language in Arda that we know of that you really should learn. My ada, your neko, he likes it better when people speak to him in High Elven."

He turned to Lin. "Maybe we should start that with her and Andarien as soon as we leave the Eastland, so they've got a bit of exposure to it before we reach Tor Karad."

It was probably a good thing that most of what Earendil said was going over Andarien's head. He was already upset with having to learn one new language; if he knew he had to learn another one so quickly after that already, it might be a disaster.

Earendil chuckled at that. "No, I suppose we won't be able to do that anymore," he grinned. "You're right. Unless there are new languages for us to learn in Caras Galadhon, that should be the last of them."

"We should ask Luk," Daeron spoke up. "That's one of the questions that I don't think anyone has asked."

Andarien only understood a little bit of what was being said. "More languages?" he asked in dismay.

"Maybe we could ask him when we return," Daeron suggested. He was curious as well. "By the way, in case you hadn't figured it out, I'm fully planning on joining you on your next trip, if Iorlas wants to go."

He looked to Iorlas to see what she would say, but she was distracted again.

"Iorlas?"

She blinked and glanced at Daeron, then slid her hand out of his. "I'll catch up," she said mysteriously; and then she ran off down a side street.

Andarien blinked after her. "Where's she going?" he asked, looking up at his uncle.

Daeron frowned gently in confusion. "I ... don't know," he admitted, sticking to the Common Tongue.