Elven Names Female Novels & Stories

One by one, they began to kneel. Not in submission, but in recognition. A girl raised in shadows. A woman forged in fire. Kael sank to one knee, eyes never leaving hers. Vesper followed—his was not a bow of defeat, but of devotion. Silent and steady, his expression unreadable. The Witch Queen knelt last. “Elara of the Rift,” she said, “Breaker of bloodlines, Flame of the Crownless. What do you name yourself now?” Elara looked around—at the ruins, at the broken world, at the remnants of magic still stirring the air like ghosts waiting for new purpose.

Stormee Adalwulf Yavanna swamped me with books on Elven law. She explained most of their traditions, and to be accurate, they were misogynist. I was appalled when I learned she was a certified lawyer working as a maid because the elven world didn't offer her the chance.

She looked from Maren to the small, contented infant in her mother's arms and said, "Who does she belong to? Is she... someone’s child?" Maren gave a quiet smile. "She's your sister, Elowen." Maren grinned, a warmth she hadn't allowed herself to experience in days taking the place of the fatigue in her eyes. Softly, "Our daughter," she said. "Her name is Elara." With her fingertips lingering just above the baby's tiny shape, Elowen knelt next to her mother.

Her gaze from dark green eyes like leaves of spring oak, hypnotized the boy. “I'm Pmyrie”. “Just Pmyrie?” he had the courage to ask her. “Just Pmyrie. We elves have only one name. And once chosen, no one in our family is allowed to bear it anymore.” The boy said nothing. “I read about you people and I know you have more names to identify yourselves. We differ from each other in what we do.” As Alexander said nothing more, Elizabeth intervened. “My name’s Elizabeth. I'm almost ten years old. And he's Alexander ... he's 11 years old.”

They oversee the Ti Amo Province, which specializes in matchmaking In the eleventh carriage is King Eldar Elvengard, Queen Soliana Ver Elvengard, Crown Princess Nyana Elvengard, Second Princess Lusha Elvengard, First Prince Vulas Elvengard, Third Princess Seldanna Morvaris Elvengard, Fourth Princess Ameria Morvaris Elvengard, Second Prince Eldrin Tradi Elvengard, Third Prince Lorsan Tradi Elvengard, Fourth Prince Elmar Ilyra Elvengard, and Fifth Princess Saria Iarren Elvengard, all descendants of Persephone from the Elvengard kingdom, the elf kingdom that is a vassal state of the empire

"Tell me human, who are you and how did you get here?" Ron, who was still pondering over the identity of this spirit Elf, gasped. He finally got it! The Royal Family!!! Zedekiel, Ludiciel, Mariel, Tariel, Sariel, Their names all sounded alike. He remembered that he had once read in a book that the Elfin Royal Family have a tradition of naming their children after dead members of the Royal Family so that they will always be remembered.

And besides, Finrod has a world to support. “Won’t you change your mind?” Finrod dared ask. “Sorry, but the answer’s no.” The elf prince appeared calm on the outside but he was actually edgy. Inside his head, he was wondering about the sudden change in Ellaine. Before she was their Ellaine—his Ellaine. Now she’s Inwë, the new witch of the elf pillar. She was now the witch of many lives and the servant of all. She went by many names as she went with many men.

Taiya – (Tah-EEY-ah) Jeylin – (JAY-linn) Layna – (LAY-nah) The Hiamaar – (HIGH-ah-mahr) (Northern Elves) The Chi-maaya – (Chee-MAHyah) (The Faerie Folk) Elyta – (El-EE-tah) Hayle – (Hale) Creatures Goblins: Gerth – (Gurth) Hruge – (Roodge) Oh’Kapi – (Oh-KAH-pee) Ma’veth – (Mah-VETH) Ma’vhor – (Mah-VORE) Weapons Grenyaar: Khortaal – (Kor-TAHL) – Slightly curved sword Khor – (Kore) – Large dagger Dwarvish: Styrha – (STIR-hah) – Obsidian dagger

Aelanor sat down with a motley group of creatures, an orc, two humans and an elf. "So, I saw that Vladimir had put up the sign 'Lowest Prices Here,' and I wrote beside mine, 'Main Entrance Here'." The orc guffawed and others joined in. Aelanor stifled a laugh. "And who might you be, fair lady?" one of the humans smiled at her. "I am Aelanor," she said, denouncing her title. "And you are?" "I am Lavinus," he said, "and this is my sister, Lavinia." He nodded at the blonde woman sitting next to Aelanor who looked all but identical to the man except her hair was tied behind her neck and a slightly lighter blue eyes.

Offend her people or threaten her place, and that gentle river becomes a flash flood. Elanil, Elf Princess of Elarithwood — Old as twilight on ancient oaks, Elanil glides through the palace clad in moon-thread gowns, her golden eyes reflecting centuries of elven patience. She speaks in riddles that seem harmless until the answers topple kingdoms. Time itself appears to bend politely around her, and younger concubines sometimes forget to breathe when she turns her gaze upon them.