Elvish Quotes Novels & Stories

Eve expressed with a sharp glare towards the elves. “There must be a way to destroy the enemy’s shield,” Prince Stevan stated, his voice carrying an uncharacteristic weight, a stark contrast to his usual playful demeanor. “A weapon of great power, something that can pierce through their defenses… we need to find it, and use it for our advantage.”

Grant me the knowledge of hidden truths and skies, In the language of the ancients, let my power rise! Sulvandir arvandar, marelith sorniethar, Enbrystor valethiel, aetheren e'luminar. Khar'sulnath velrathia, tarkusarni astralia, Elendrithis entaran, sornynor il'mystaria!" As she spoke the intricate words, each syllable carried a surge of energy, reverberating through the air and permeating the room.

“We support Her Majesty the Queen! We will have no regrets!” All the Elven women shouted in unison. The sound echoed throughout the valley, proving their trust in Isa. “You crazy bitches! Absolutely crazy! You Elves are all a bunch of crazy bitches!”

She had not raised her voice, but her words stripped their titles away, reducing them to ineffectual bystanders. Lord Valerius’s face turned a mottled red. He sputtered, “You insolent—!” Elira cut him off, her tone now laced with a pity that was more insulting than any shout. “There is an old saying, my lord. One fact can silence a hundred intelligent men. But a hundred facts cannot silence a single fool.” The insult was so elegantly delivered that a few lords masked coughs into their fists. Valerius looked as if he had been physically struck, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly.

He adds quietly. There’s silence before the elves begin singing a song in the elvish tongue, words I do not understand, a language far older than even the Dragons. But it pulls at my heart, the ache of longing, sadness, and the loss of a king clear in the ethereal melody. Words that carry the power to make even nature pause… Hazran’s eyes open, but he simply lays there until the song ends and only then does he speak quietly. “I felt like I was hanging at the doors of death for far too long.” He whispers hoarsely. “Could you not spare a healer?”

I won’t let them,’ Diana said through the mind link between her and Gelong, But Gelong did not reply through their mind link. It took a good moment before he replied through their mind link. ‘You must forget after seeing me so tame, old friend. But the elven race are the most foul creatures of the Southern Seas. If I die, I will make sure that I will take them with me.’

says Kate. “For Frodo!” Grace screams the loudest. “We’ve got to work on our cheer,” Kate says as everyone takes their position. Deep down, Grace’s cheer has reminded Kate of another quote Aragorn said in Return of the King; originally in Elvish: {I give hope to men. I keep none for myself.}

he whispered, his lip trembling beneath his silver mustache. "I do," Maeve replied with a soft, solemn smile. She sat back against the stone wall, her gaze drifting across the courtyard as she began to speak, her tone carrying the rhythmic, comforting cadence of an old storyteller. "When I was a little girl, my grandmother used to sit me by the hearth and tell me tales of the old world, before the lineages fractured into petty houses. She told me about the Sire of the Dark Elves. She told me how the ancestors of what we now call the Forest Elven Elders began to grow proud, self-righteous, and cruel, sowing seeds of prejudice against anyone who didn't fit their narrow mold."

“I believe she was the outlaw who killed a vampire in the mortal world.” “That is not true!” Elise countered in an offended tone as she is suddenly reminded of the death of her husband and daughter. “An eagle’s memory is sharper than its eyes,” King Aphradon quoted defensively. Convinced at Aphradon’s statements, King Vernon darted his piercing glare to Elise. “Capture the witch!” he demanded impatiently.

Their faces are illuminated by a warm glow as they share stories and laughter, their differences forgotten in the spirit of unity. Elara's surroundings shift, and she finds herself by the banks of a tranquil river. The water sparkles under the gentle caress of the moonlight. A figure stands before her—a formidable elven warrior, his eyes reflecting both determination and vulnerability. She watches as he trains tirelessly, honing his skills and channeling the power of the natural world to protect his realm.