#elisfanfics

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(for the prompts) Anakin, ahran

ahran /ɑ.ran/ noun. parent

Obi-Wan was thankful that Anakin wasn’t miserable when he was on pain medication, but a rather entertaining conversationalist.

“Enoah Dai ahran kat fehl,” Anakin started for the third time, his voice sounding more childish now that he wasn’t pretending to be a mature student instead of the fourteen-year-old he was. “Ji… Obi-Wan. I don’t get it. How’s that even supposed to work? The Force is like—” Anakin waved around his hands, imitating airflow, Obi-Wan assumed. It was a little difficult to figure out. “And I’m like. Bones. At least 12. Maybe 15.”

Obi-Wan couldn’t help himself, he laughed. “Yes, Anakin, you’re at least 15 bones. And I’m not quite sure how exactly the Force is supposed to be your parent either, but I’m sure we can research that after the healers allow you to leave.”

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Agisti! Huge fan of your work. Can you please do Barriss as the character with kai'an and orhma (using the first definition of warm)? Qahsreash!

kai’an /inner peace/ noun inner peace As in being at peace with yourself, even if the world might not be, the state required for Force Ghosting

orhma /oʁ.ma/ adjective warm, alright

Barriss breathed in.

She was one with the Force. The world was quiet, nothing could reach her in her meditation, not the screams of the battlefield, the blood, the many lives lost as they all cried out, begging for release—

Barriss snapped out of the meditation.

She’d been unable to focus properly for weeks now. Whenever she tried, the memories of the war just overwhelmed her. It felt like she was drowning in the darkness of space and couldn’t get herself out of it anymore. Not on her own.

There was a knock at her door.

“Yes?”

The door opened and her Master, looking tired as Barriss had never seen her, stood there. She must have woken Luminara up with her disorder.

“I’m sorry, Master, I—”

Luminara merely raised her hands, then she walked over to Barriss. She opened her arms, a gesture so clear that it startled Barriss, but she did not hesitate. She threw herself into her Master’s arms, hoping it would be enough.

Hoping she would be warm again.

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ohgahru /o.gɑ.ru/ noun. fish

wan /wan/ verb. to learn

“Do we have to do this now?” Luke asked, staring at the light image of his first Master. Ben only smiled at him.

“Du Dai Bendu, Luke,” Ben said. “Wan’ah keel jiretho sehn du’ah keel.”

You learn better while you speak.

Yeah, Luke knew that, but he was also in the middle of trying to catch dinner for Master Yoda and himself, standing in a cold and dirty swamp. When Luke had started traveling with the Rebellion, he had loved discovering all the various water bodies on different planets.

Now he was getting sick of it.

“Haj dai,” Luke replied. “Uera’ah foh, uuh, to catch naki ohgahru’ak?”

Ben smiled encouragingly and Luke found himself returning it.

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Yoda + tonjaieh, for the prompt

tonjaieh /ton.dʒaɪ.ɛ/ noun grandmaster

Yoda loved visiting the crèche. There was no other room in the temple that was as bright and warm as this one. After centuries of teaching and studying the disciplines of their Order, Yoda always found himself returning to their children and the most basic lessons. He was the most comfortable holding the hands of their children and guiding them through their first meditations or steps.

“Tondaeh, pell!” A nautolan child ordered, excitedly holding up one of their building blocks. They had only just come to the temple, a little younger than the children they usually took in, and so needed more attention.

Yoda was quite content watching over them.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

An explanation of the Dai Bendu saying Tolnah kodaih kat delo anohrah'ak, written as an in-universe essay by a Jedi Master after the Ruusan Reformation

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Hit me with a Luke aniakarah?

aniakarah /a.ni.a.ka.rɑ/ noun lineage melody meditations/chants passed down a lineage

Ahsoka didn’t know what to expect of the Rebellion’s golden boy, their fledgling Jedi. When she heard his last name for the first time, her hope had been grand, her fear even more potent.

Luke Skywalker has his father’s strength in the Force, Obi-Wan’s unparalleled control and Master Yoda’s mischievous smile.

Ahsoka is glad to have met him, even if some of his endless questions make her heart ache for a home she hasn’t been to in over two decades. Teaching him, however, remains a joy. Ahsoka doesn’t consider herself much of a Jedi - and isn’t it telling that she is not denying her heritage anymore?

“Have you tried other styles of meditation besides what Master Yoda taught you?” Ahsoka asks when Luke stands up on his feet again.

“No, not really, why?”

She recalls what he has been taught by the rest of their lineage and smiles at the thought of what she gets to pass down. “Okay, come over here and listen well then. This is something special my Master was taught by his, I was taught by him and you now also get to learn…”

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Dooku, ehnoct, kaiber - medaeus

ehnoct /ɛ.nokxt/ noun pain (mental) Pain caused by psychic backlash, overuse of the force, empathy bleed, ect.

kaiber /kaɪ.ber/ noun kyber "kaiber" is derived from "kai" and "ber" so it translates to "life crystal". It is therefore, to the Jedi, a little frustrating to hear people talk about "kyber crystals" because you're literally saying "life crystal crystal"

Dooku knows pain of the like most habitants of this galaxy have not experienced it. This statement, factual as it is, used to be a sign of pride. He carried his burdens well, thought each weight on his back meant one life saved and preserved. It was a flawed assumption. He has since learned better, grown stronger.

This is his last trial and Dooku does not intend to fail it.

His new Master, a term Dooku associates more with ownership than teacher right now, grins victoriously. “Go on,” he urges. “Rid yourself of your weakness.”

It takes all of his restraint not to snap back. He loathes feeling like a mere Padawan opposed to the Master he is.

The crystal in his hand is warm, soft, weak.

Dooku reaches for the darkness within him and makes it scream. It bleeds red, ripping his mind in two, and somewhere between the pain and Sidious’s laughter, Dooku feels like a traitor to himself.

300 Follower Drabble Celebration!

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For the 300 follower celebration (and congrats! It’s super impressive what you all have put together and I have ever more appreciation for this fandom)

aniakarah, breiko, Obi-Wan

aniakarah /a.ni.a.ka.rɑ/ noun lineage melody meditations/chants passed down a lineage

breiko /breɪ.ko/ verb to reunite

“Tarii’ah kodaih ru im enoah kodaih ehnap.”

Obi-Wan - Ben, his name was Ben now - raised his head quick enough to turn himself dizzy. The voice, impossible as it was, too familiar, long missed, while the words seemed even more implausible. The small chant had been the first his Master taught him and it was the first Obi-Wan had taught Anakin and Anakin taught Ahsoka-

But there his old Master was, shining like a light in the dark, at last revealed to Obi-Wan.

“Qui-Gon.” His name was barely more than a whisper on Obi-Wan’s lips.

His Master smiled faintly, then he crouched down in front of Obi-Wan, took his rough hands into his own.

“I’m sorry, Padawan,” Qui-Gon said. “I am so sorry.”

And Obi-Wan wept.