Aesop 029: The Man & the Satyr
Attribution
Translated into Quenya by Chaered in 2026.
Notes
Number 35 in the Perry Aesop index. See also Wikipedia. First posted on VL, on 2026-02-14; not reviewed yet. Analysis posted to submissions/Aesops: VL.
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Motto: The man who talks for both sides is not to be trusted by either.
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| No. | Quenya | Tengwar | Means |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Nér ar Tavaron | | The Man & the Satyr |
| 2 | -- | | -- |
| 3 | Andanéya Nér túvë Tavaron i tauressë ar mára virdassë ola málo ó hye. | | A long time ago a Man met a Satyr in the forest and succeeded in making friends with him. |
| I attië ron olanë arya menendilu, ar marnë uo i Nerwa cöassë. | | The two soon became the best of comrades, living together in the Man's hut. | |
| Mal uma ringa hrívë undómessë, lan páteáneltë mar, i Tavaron cennë i Nér þusta leperyannar. | | But one cold winter evening, as they were walking homeward, the Satyr saw the Man blow on his fingers. | |
| 4 | “Maro cáralyë ta?” maquentë i Tavaron. | | "Why do you do that?" asked the Satyr. |
| 5 | “Laucatiën mányat,” i Nér hanquentë. | | "To warm my hands," the Man replied. |
| 6 | Yá ananyettë már i Nér maxanë tolpo atta mulesseo. | | When they reached home the Man prepared two bowls of porridge. |
| Sinu sestanes arilaucat i paluhtassë, ar i málot harunë alassessë na alarya i mat. | | These he placed steaming hot on the table, and the comrades sat down very cheerfully to enjoy the meal. | |
| Mal laca aitanë i Tavaron, í Nér yesentë þusta mulesseo tolporyanna. | | But much to the Satyr's surprise, the Man began to blow into his bowl of porridge. | |
| 7 | “Maro carilyë ta?” maquentes. | | "Why do you do that?" he asked. |
| 8 | “Ringatiën mulessenya,” hanquentë i Nér. | | "To cool my porridge," replied the Man. |
| 9 | I Tavaron campë lintië taluryassë ar mennë i fennanna. | | The Satyr sprang hurriedly to his feet and made for the door. |
| 10 | “Namárië,” eques, “Faren ecéniën. | | "Goodby," he said, "I've seen enough. |
| Mon ye þusta lauca ar ringa imba föanen ui ecë ná málo onyë!” | | A fellow that blows hot and cold in the same breath cannot be friends with me!" | |
| 11 | -- | | -- |
| 12 | Eques: Nér ye quetë yúyu permelto ná sarta alatwen. | | Motto: The man who talks for both sides is not to be trusted by either. |
Extra
The translation uses Q. "tavaron" (male dryad; woor spirit) as the closest equivalent to Satyr.