Harry Potter Elf Name Novels & Stories

Christine did not dare to drink this tea, who knew how long it had been. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Galadriel," the high elf said. "Galadriel?" Christine was shocked, because the queen of the high elves was also called Galadriel, and if it was the queen, she might not be alive today. "It's the same name," Galadriel explained. Christine nodded to indicate that she understood. But there must be a reason why the High Elf could not possibly give her descendants the same name as Queen Galadriel.

Charles, always so eloquent with his words. Gabe stood behind him, apparently volunteering. He was watching Toni carefully. He was probably worried after being told what had happened. Beside Gabe was Tate and Tyler. Eryn came up beside Charles with an elf I remember meeting once before. I think his name was Peregrine. He had long brown hair and light eyes. He seemed a bit older, maybe middle aged. It's hard to tell on elves. "We're ready." Eryn nodded in confirmation.

But there was only one thing I hated about her. "Elle, meet Alpha Hansel of White Rose Pack." He gestured and she courteously smiled at me. One would easily tell she was shy but I kept quiet regardless. "Isn't she beautiful, Alpha Hansel?" She asked. "I must say, she is. But then again, she's a Witch!" I blurted in disgust. "This Witch is different, she's my personal pet. The best of the best," he gave me a knowing look. "I'm sure you've had a long journey, she can help ease your stress, you know." He winked. "Right Elle?" She nodded nervously.

The Elf thief smiled. "You should go now, let the night don't befall you" said the Elf thief who turned her back to go away "Wait. What is your name" Pradai inquired. "Iliya. My name is Iliya." She answered, and ran away. "Hmm rude. She didn't even ask me my name" Pradai commented, running away too. But Iliya wasn't gone, she stood there and watched Pradai fade away. She touched her chest, smiling

I try to be still, and hope he doesn't notice my beating heart or my droopy eyelids. He doesn't. He steps back with a grunt. 'Go on, elf'. For some stupid reason, I blurt, 'It's Saelyna'. He turns sharply at that. 'What did you say, elf?' he snarls, eyes glinting. Right. He's a moose-genn. I definitely should have kept shut. 'A slip, that's all. I apologize', I say quickly and take steps backward. He grinds his jaws and gets back to searching the workers.

Maybe she just needed someone to believe she could do more than look pretty and smile on command. When she emerged with the key piece clutched triumphantly in her hand, I found myself smiling too. "Come on, Princess," I said. "Let's go meet the others. We've got an academy to get into." "Stop calling me Princess." "Why? I thought you liked it." "I don't. It makes me sound helpless." I considered this as we made our way out of the Cunning Forest. "Fair enough. What do you want to be called?" "Just... Dalia. Nothing fancy. Just me."

“Well, I wouldn’t say that I don’t know anything, but I’m still learning.” He reached up and flicked his ear with a smile. “Goblins don’t have pointed ears, we’re also normal-sized, just like you. House elves don’t even exist, so I’m guessing you’re thinking about those little critters from the wizard movies, what are they called?” “Harry Potter, and they were books first. Really good books, by the way, if you’re a reader.” I could feel my face burning with embarrassment. “Muffler breath? Read? Ha! That’s a good one!” Jade said as she set a drink down in front of him.

Rhychard barely heard his own question. The wounded creature had another coughing fit, blood pooling around his body, streaming down into the dirty alley. When he finished, he said, "I am an elf of the Seelie, a Sidhe Warrior of the Way." He had to take a few deep breaths before continuing. "My name is Jamairlo." "An elf? But," he took a deep breath, "there aren't such things as elves."

Matt said with black eyes as the man pulled him off the bloody Vampire moaning on the floor. "I think you showed him that wasn't going to be allowed ever again. What is your name, boy?" "Matt!" My brother puffed his chest at the man. "A protector with a good noble name. And you." He looked at my other brother. "Ivan." "Ivan the great. My name is Alfi. I'm a leader of the elves here, and we like to try and keep the peace. Let me buy you all a drink as an apology." He looked to me and my eyes smiled at him. He had light purple eyes and pointy ears. He was handsome and I could tell he was kind.

With a smirk and a handsome one at that, the tall figure lifted his chin and looked down at Sean before proudly presenting himself with a voice full of pride and authority. "I'm Oswin Alvingham, the king of the elf." Sean's jaw dropped open. He used his fingers to clean his eardrums before asking again. "Err...Who did you say you were?"