I’m very late posting this, but here is the little story I wrote for Old Norse homework with Lucy. Lucy’s story was about evil men, betrayal, and haunted islands. Mine is about… dwarves and porridge.

If you don’t know Old Norse, try puzzling out what the story means anyway — you might get farther than you think. If you do know Old Norse (or Modern Icelandic, or really any Scandinavian language), I apologize in advance for all the horrible grammar and usage errors. 🙂

Tomorrow, Lucy and I meet up to go over our respective translations of a section of Brennu-Njals Saga. Which section? Why, the one about thievery and cheese, of course! Wish us luck.

Luciusr ok Evanr eru svangir, ok vilja graut. Fjalarr er konungr ok dvergr. Fjalarr Konungr ok dvergarnir hefir graut goðan.

Luciusr ok Evanr brátt finna dvergarnir. Luciusr segir, “Heill, Fjalarr Konungr! þit eruð svangir, ok vilið graut.”

Evanr segir, “Ek hefi hatt gylltan. Hvart vilt þu hefir hattinn gylltan?”

Fjalarr er reiðr ok segir, “þit eigi takið grautinn.”

Nú Luciusr tekr grautinn. Lucius ok Evanr flýjið.

Fjalarr kallar, “þjofar! Ragir þjofar! Dvergarnir, foeri mer brand!”

Luciusr ok Evanr hjæja ok segja, “Nú vit hefið graut ok brátt eigi svangir!”