NHL Without a Map - Summer Camp S2E1 Translated. NHLWAM is a silly Finnish sports show featuring varied collection of Finnish NHL players (and some other dudes).
My translation skills are a bit rusty and my hockey knowledge is rather limited, so mistakes have been made. My English isn’t perfect, so sorry for my grammar. Feedback and questions are welcome! I hope you can get the gist of the video!
Also, I didn’t catch all of what was said, so please, help me out my fellow Finns. I also used the Finnish nicknames cause they’re adorable.
He’s literally the most obvious person around his crush. There’s not a single person in Middle Earth who doesn’t believe that the two of you are together. Sadly, you’re not.
When Glorfindel breaks the truth to people when they ask, most of them would ask him if he was crazy. Like what are you waiting on?
He spends every second, millisecond, a microsecond of the day with you and hates when you have to part. If he could follow you, he would.
You’re lucky he can’t shrink and fit in your pockets, cause if he could, good luck with that thing they call privacy.
But when it comes to wooing you, he knows every trick in the book. He’s a charmer, and smooth with it.
The best smooth talker. You’ll never get tired of hearing him sweet talk you.
Every day you’ll be sent fresh flowers to your chambers. He’d start off with the flowers of his house and then start using other flowers for hidden symbolic meaning.
The both of you would go for rides frequently in the fields, racing one another.
Sometimes having picnics in the late evenings, stargazing.
At this point, you’re convinced that he was going to confess but every date you two went on resulted in no confession
This is so because in his mind he believed the both of you were already together since you spent most of your time with him.
It was bugging you that he didn’t ask the big question, so this led to you giving yourself a prep-talk, saying that if he didn’t say anything by the mid-summer celebration – which was two weeks away – you’d be the one to ask.
Unfortunately, you did have to be the one to do the asking because once again Glorfindel really had it in his mind that you two were together since he didn’t even bother asking you to the dance. He simply sent a letter stating that he hoped to see you.
Was the golden-haired oaf so dense? So now you stood before him at the celebration after you had stepped outside for air dragging him along with you.
And so, you opened your mouth to ask the first question, “Glorfindel, what are we?”
The question had him dazzled, because to him what the hell kind of question was that? “I don’t understand you very well…”
You wanted to punch him.
“Glorfindel, are we friends or more than friends?” this had his brows raised to his hairline.
“Oh, that’s what you meant,” he laughed at the question, “we’re more than friends. We’ve been together for three months.” He stated in the most obvious tone. “Why would you ask that?”
You didn’t know if you wanted to facepalm yourself or him. “Why wouldn’t I ask? You’ve never confessed to me!” throwing your hands in the air.
“Yes, I did.”
“No”
“Yes”
“When?”
“I sent you red tulips and you accepted them.” Again, with the obvious tone.
You could have flung yourself of the balcony right then and there. Red tulips. Declaration of love.
“You’re supposed to tell me with your words, Glorf.” You laughed. A sweet-talker who doesn’t know how to confess. “I mean, I know you like me, and I feel the same, but neither of us said anything. How was I supposed to know?”
“I tell you every day, don’t I? How much you mean to me.”
“Glorf!” the entire situation was humorous. Who would have thought the famous elf lord would have slipped the traditional confession and jumped straight into the relationship?
“Ok, ok. I love you and you love me too, so do me the honour of continuing this courtship that already existed ” Why on earth did you have to fall for this oaf?
