Elvish Quotes Novels & Stories

I asked, my mind racing with questions. The Eldar smiled, a smile that was both mysterious and reassuring. "You must follow the path of the spirit," it said. "You must follow the path of light and love. You must listen to the whispers of the wind, and the song of the trees. You must be guided by the starlight and the fireflies. And you must trust your heart, for it will lead you to the song you seek."

If they were poisoned, they would have known. "Who would think that the Elves who consider themselves so mighty and powerful have such a vulnerability? Prince John snickered. "You know, I used to think that if things go wrong one day and the Elves decide to wage war on us, we'd really suffer because they have powers and we don't so I decided to send someone to find out their weakness"

All fairy were advised to drink the potion to prevent them from falling sick again. In Mephistopheles, queen Lilith tells Hades about the elf's recent visit to the kingdom as she finds a way to get access to Winterfell kingdom. She tells Hades about using the elf's magic to their advantage and so she comes to a conclusion. She says “ It seems our plan might just work after all. The elves have pledged their loyalty to me. Now all we have to do is wait for the right moment to strike. In the meantime I'll send a message to the elf king. We need their powers combined with ours and we will be unstoppable! Ha ha ha ha.” she said in a terrifying voice. Hades replies ' Yes indeed my queen, you are t

- her ironic question pisses me off. They say: never meet your hero. I can fucking relate to them. If you ever watched 'The Lord of the Rings' then you know how beautiful and clean the elves looked, how ethereal was their presence. They were wise creatures who can fight, live with nature in harmony, and offered guidance whenever people needed it. She clearly didn't get the memo... even though elves were honest she now crossed a line. I growled at her and she simply smirked with raised eyebrows. "Clearly, it is arrogance on your part that doesn't let you see the full picture." - she says, enjoying my angry behavior.

“Oh, that would be great. These woods are lovely, dark, and deep. It’s like life… it’s worth living.” "Yet, even in the midst of evil cruelty and carnage, life is worth living. For she falls in love with the sunsets and the moonlight, more likely the rain and everything that understands her heart and speaks the language of her soul. It is feasible for fantastic engagements and lovely things to exist,” Legolas clutched her face and move closer to his, feeling the hot connection in between them, “Heaven sent, you existed.” And he let go of his hands on her face and he walk ahead.

Great. "Never mind, it's bullshit! I can't read Elvish!" "No, but I can. Give it here! Old man, you can speak the rest?" "Yes, but hurry." The upper part of his head broke off, taking with it an eye. "I don't know how long I'm going to be able to hold on for!" "All right," Jévon held me close. "Repeat after me—" "—But you said you're terrible at language—" "—Then try to say it better! Anaam sheik eth go'itan elson—"

I looked at both men, wondering how to get out of this. Unfortunately, the strange man spoke. “I am Olpheus, the last pure blood of the Elves.” he announced, stepping closer to me and my heart raced. “I have come to take my beloved home.” He smirked at Ian It was the wrong thing to say. Ian’s eyes twitched, and he snarled at me, “You whore, so this is what you have been doing? Sleeping around … sleeping around with monsters behind my back?” whore? My mouth parted in disbelief and my brain lagged.

“We cannot simply sit here and wait.” An elder healer speaks, his voice deep and calm. “If the darkness is indeed approaching, we’ll need to rely on our strongest magic. But even that may not be enough.” For a moment, there’s silence. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. I want to rush in, to tell them we can fight, that we’ll stand with them – but something holds me back. These elves are powerful, wise. They know the danger we face, perhaps even more than I do.

Unknown I stood atop the mountain the elves called home. It was only autumn but snow flurried around me, sticking to the cold rock. The icy wind whipped against me, but I didn’t mind, it felt like a sort of communion. I understood the barren side of mother nature. I heard the elvish singing and felt the vibrations of their merry-making beneath my bare feet. They would party and carry on for hours on end, day after day, how they found it entertaining was beyond me. I spit on the ground, wishing it was on them instead. They were perhaps the worst of all the fae, their foolishness disgusted me.

I said in Elvian language. The laughter voice of mine blended with a small explosion and white smoke, which burst out in all directions. This was what I learned from an action film in theaters. 'Always remove your tracks from the enemy.' Although the Elvian eyes could see in the darkness, their vision couldn't penetrate the density of the fog.