Discussion 'The Rush of Sinyala' discussion thread

[Tyelkormo the Fair]

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Happy Nowruz to all the amazing people on TTF, especially the Youth Group!

I had promised you a simple explanation of our new year's traditions, and I thought it would be fun for it be said thorough one of my own stories and from the mouth of our chaotic Fëanorians!

So here it is, the Rush of Nowruz, or as it is called in Aman, Sinyala!

A guide for the new words I came up with:

Sinyala: It means New Day, a simple translation of Now-Ruz.(Now mean new and Ruz meaning day.)
Larsarno: It means Prosperous Table, the Haft-Sin of Elves. Haft-Sin itself means Seven sin( the letter S) because all the items of this table start with S in Persian. I couldn't really make that happen when writing in English, so I decided to come up with something inspired by the deeper meaning behind the holidays.
Lissëmalda: Samanu is a sweet wheat germ pudding made especially for Nowruz. Lissë means Sweet and Malda means paste, as it is the texture of Samanu.
Naxa: Sumac might be familiar to people who enjoy Middle Eastern food. It's a sour spice you usually see next to a kebab of sort. Besides the flavor, it is also meant to help with digestion of beef. I decided to come up with a Quenyan name for it as well. Naxa simply means sour.

 

[Server Room Gremlin]

This was cute, funny and heartwarming all at once. 😁

I really like the new words you put together for this. The story as a whole does have a nice holiday vibe to it, which I really enjoyed.

It was Káno who broke the silence at last when he cleared his throat.
“So, let me get this straight. You summoned all of us for an urgent secret meeting a day before New year's just to talk about something servants were planning on doing tonight anyways?”
“Bruh.”
Tyelko added, glaring daggers at him. Maitimo kind of skipped over Curufin's menacing stare on purpose.
Even the twins looked perplexed, which was offending in its own rights. They were babies! They had no right looking at him like that.

Maitimo sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. It was going worse than he had anticipated. Why did he have six grinches for brothers? He blamed his parents.

I think this was the funniest part. The 'Bruh' caught me off guard, and Nelyo's reaction to everyone's expressions was hilarious. 🤣

“Look, I know Ammë and Atto didn't take the time to introduce you to the whole tradition of Sinyala. I mean, Tyelko only hears the word pastries when he hears someone mentioning it–” Tyelko nodded solemnly in agreement, “--but I can't let you off like this. Sinyala is important to us as a people. I've wanted us to make a Larsarno as a family ever since Káno was a baby, and with the twins growing up this fast, I fear we won't have much time for it. You'll all be my age and older soon, and it won't…it won't feel like this anymore. Please? I want us to have at least one memory of it.”

He was panting by the end, his eyes huge and watery as he looked around at his siblings. The brothers looked at each other with a somber expression at the outburst of their oldest brother. An understanding was behind the shared glances for only after a few seconds, they were glancing back at Maitimo with gentle smiles.
“All right, you giant sap. Do you have a plan?”
Tyelko managed to come up with a witty reply sooner than the others, coming up to clap him on the shoulder.

But poor Maitimo, he just wants to make good memories with his little bros. 🥺🥺

I had promised you a simple explanation of our new year's traditions, and I thought it would be fun for it be said thorough one of my own stories and from the mouth of our chaotic Fëanorians!

Even if simple, I think it was well done. ☺️
Nowruz pirooz, Tyelko bro! 🖤🤍 (Curvo and Tyelko hearts)

 

[Ashley]

It's so sweet and funny! One moment I'm laughing my head off, the next my brain is going completely AWW.

They never did, of course, for five siblings later (with the twins being mostly out of toddlerhood) and Fëanáro still couldn't manage to spare some time and make a beautiful Larsarno with them.

He knew if he didn't do anything this year, the servants would bring out the old decorations and be done with it.
Like they had done every year for the past few decades of his life.

That was just sad.
His uncles and their families always spared time to do it together, gathering the ingredients and letting the kids help with decorating. It was ironic with how seven children and two adults couldn't really bring themselves to gather seven simple things…

Poor Maedhros just wants to have a normal childhood experience and celebrate with his family. 🥺

“Fertility?”
Telvo questioned, eyes narrowed as he did not understand the meaning behind the word.
“Like our fami–”
“Moryo!”
Maitimo scolded, making the dark haired boy fall silent with a snicker. The twins looked even more confused, likely questioning why he had scolded Moryo in the first place. He sighed. He needed to distract them.

Bad Moryo! Bad! Let those two remain sweet innocent children. They do not need to know that yet.

“Garlic is medicine, that's why the cook puts it in our food all the time.”
“But it smells.”
“So does medicine, but it can be good for you.”
“Aranya doesn't smell even though she's a healer.”
Maitimo laughed and the others smiled.
“No, she doesn't. Because she bathes, like you should do.”

The unfilteredness of small children. 😆😆 Perfect answer, Maitimo.

I really liked how you portray the different brothers, like when they are first gathered together and their different reactions to the idea. It's cool how you came up with the new words. I hadn't heard of Nowruz before, but it was interesting to learn about.