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Labadal and Túrin
Feb. 8th, 2011 08:32 pmHere's another drabble about Labadal and Túrin. My first one is here at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Labadal and Túrin: Names
It seems to one person, at least, I am Sador no longer. Túrin, the small son of my master, watches me in fascination, his grey eyes wide, as I mend and carve, and whittle. He sees me as I limp about in my workshed, and has dubbed me 'labadal', 'hopafoot'. From an adult I would take it amiss, as an insult. But he is too young to understand the hurtfulness of words. In his piping voice I hear, not scorn, but admiration, and perhaps some pity for my pain.
Labadal is not so ill a name as some might think.
great_tales.It seems to one person, at least, I am Sador no longer. Túrin, the small son of my master, watches me in fascination, his grey eyes wide, as I mend and carve, and whittle. He sees me as I limp about in my workshed, and has dubbed me 'labadal', 'hopafoot'. From an adult I would take it amiss, as an insult. But he is too young to understand the hurtfulness of words. In his piping voice I hear, not scorn, but admiration, and perhaps some pity for my pain.
Labadal is not so ill a name as some might think.