Great Elf Names Novels & Stories

"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.

' This was the elf's thoughts as he and his party traversed the swampland. "Guys, let's change directions," said the elf as he came to a stop. Following that, the other party members stopped and faced him. "What's up, Brother Bow? You notice something?" asked one of the dwarfs in the party. The 'Brother Bow' was apparently what the party members called the elf.

The second man swallowed a bit knowing he didn’t have good news to give. “Since the attempt to make the blade show itself to you, nothing. There have been no reports anywhere to even hint at Fenrir. He hasn’t shifted to his giant form, you would sense that instantly. He hasn’t done anything in a smaller form if he is able to change. This elf sent him to someone, someone that is helping him and doing a damn good job at it. We need to know who this elf is, his name and where he is from to help us with this. With that information I can have him tracked electronically. He lives in this realm, that means he has a foot print here, bank accounts and addresses. All I need is a name to get started, b

Aefstine doesn’t know if he can be a good parent, or a good Dalli, but with Randal’s affection, Syteiner’s guidance, as well as everyone’s help, maybe, the future’s not that bad after all. "What will they name him?" "They were named after the Wolf Gods. Arnoux, Randal, and now, Alarick." "Alarick," Aefstine smiled, and it was hard to smile when you were trying to hold tears back... “Wolf ruler." "Good, good, you are learning."

His hair was bound back neatly, expression composed—too composed. “My prince,” he said smoothly, bowing low. “You return unexpectedly.” Fenrir’s eyes hardened. “You know me.” “Of course,” the elf replied. “All of Elarion knows your name.” Not affectionately. I felt Fenrir tense beside me. “State your name,” Fenrir demanded. “Kaelen,” the elf said. “Archivist of the Outer Rings.” My stomach tightened. Archivist. Access. Gabriel stepped forward slightly. “Funny. We weren’t aware the Outer Rings monitored border crossings.”

The younger elf stepped out on a limb with her next guess. "I believe you may have a son. A halfling. I have met him. His name is Gandr. Do you know him?" Bukuri's eyes went wide, but unexpectedly closed. She huddled close to the centaur and made her body small. "I think that is all for now," the centaur urged. Brinn nodded, "Of course. I will find you again soon." "Until next time," the horse-man agreed. The red-headed elf disappeared into the night, and only the whisper at the window hinted where she had gone.

"And who are you?" "He doesn't need to give us his name," Queen Niamh whispered loudly. "Don't interrupt," Lorcan hissed. Niamh sat straighter in her saddle, "This is a surprise visit." "He has no right to be disrespectful," Lorcan said low and steady. "Even a child knows how to greet their King and Queen." Niamh opened her mouth again, but Lorcan was speaking. "What is your name?" The elflord in the green tunic bowed low, "I am Thalanil Gildan, leader of the village of Imnenora. Please, let me show you what has been done."

Asher’s brows were knitted in frustration as he waited for a reply, winkyelfofaer spent five minutes typing. winkyelfofaer: it wouldn’t be possible…unless you’re the one….but I thought it was just a legend…we all did. The will of Aura: Ummm…. winkyelfofaer: I’m Zane, an elf. The will of Aura: I can’t even be surprised that you’re an elf, I literally met a woman who looked like trees and plants the other day. winkyelfofaer: Was her name by chance Ertuay????

“But before I give you the dusts, I want to know the name of your friend.” “His name is Finrod, your Majesty.” “Finrod? The elf Prince of Skeifaiah?” Ellaine kept quiet. How can she answer if she didn’t know it herself? Finrod refused her presence in the first place while Margarette.. Well, she always promised to tell her everything yet.. Never mind. “Very well, my child, I’ll give you what you need for the elf Prince. Lenriad can’t afford to let a great warrior like him to die in such a way.”

"Just like his mother." "What shall we name him?" Chloe asked, looking down at the infant who was now drifting back to sleep, his platinum hair glowing against her dark robes. Freya looked at Ragnar, and then at the shimmering horizon. "Elias," she said softly. "The one who brings the light." "Elias Thorne," Ragnar repeated, the name sounding like a vow.