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A Moment of Magic

Вот так я готовилась к ДВИ в МГИМО: переводя фанфик подруги своей подруги :) Enjoy!

A Moment of Magic


The author of this miniature is Devon Bertrand. I am just a humble translator :)

Another beautiful night lit by stars and the Moon came to Middle-Earth. Perhaps, night is the loveliest time of the day. Time to fall into a reverie, to dream.

"Look," the girl pointed at a falling star. No answer followed.

"Bofur!" Solveig exclaimed and threw up her hands to show how annoyed she was that her friend dwarf missed such a magical moment when he could make a wish and hope for its realization.

"What?" the man turned his face to the girl and smiled, bemused. "I'm sorry, Solveig, I was. . . lost in thoughts."

The girl pouted and crossed her arms.

"It's obviously not the last star," the dwarf grinned kindly. Generally, his smile was contagious so the girl couldn't help smiling back.

"Sure, it's not the last, but we'll have to wait for another," she sat on the grass and hugged her knees.
At night, it usually started to get colder and Solveig wasn't dressed too warmly. That's why when a cool wind blew she shivered.
"You know," Bofur sat near the girl and put his hand around her shoulders, "if you really wish for something, you don't need a star for that to come true." A sensible remark.

"To some extent you're right," the girl shrugged and made herself comfortable.

Solveig really liked Bofur, so warm, so lively, so reasonable – a real friend. At present he was giving her his warmth although she hadn't even asked for that. Sometimes it seemed like he could feel all her moods. He always tried to cheer her up when she was sad, rejoiced when she was happy. And now he was sitting with her, admiring the stars. Such a pleasant moment when no conversations were needed.

Bofur pressed the girl closer to himself and kissed the crown of her head. Like a daughter or a sister.

Another beautiful night lit by stars and the Moon came to Middle-Earth. Perhaps, night is the loveliest time of the day. Time to fall into a reverie, to dream.

"Look," the girl pointed at a falling star. No answer followed.

"Bofur!" Solveig exclaimed and threw up her hands to show how annoyed she was that her friend dwarf missed such a magical moment when he could make a wish and hope for its realization.

"What?" the man turned his face to the girl and smiled, bemused. "I'm sorry, Solveig, I was. . . lost in thoughts."

The girl pouted and crossed her arms.

"It's obviously not the last star," the dwarf grinned kindly. Generally, his smile was contagious so the girl couldn't help smiling back.

"Sure, it's not the last, but we'll have to wait for another," she sat on the grass and hugged her knees.
At night, it usually started to get colder and Solveig wasn't dressed too warmly. That's why when a cool wind blew she shivered.
"You know," Bofur sat near the girl and put his hand around her shoulders, "if you really wish for something, you don't need a star for that to come true." A sensible remark.

"To some extent you're right," the girl shrugged and made herself comfortable.

Solveig really liked Bofur, so warm, so lively, so reasonable – a real friend. At present he was giving her his warmth although she hadn't even asked for that. Sometimes it seemed like he could feel all her moods. He always tried to cheer her up when she was sad, rejoiced when she was happy. And now he was sitting with her, admiring the stars. Such a pleasant moment when no conversations were needed.

Bofur pressed the girl closer to himself and kissed the crown of her head. Like a daughter or a sister.