Harry Potter Elf Name Novels & Stories

Nimuel said. She came closer to her and sat down on the bed beside her. Aelanor was still on the floor, crying silently. Nimuel brushed her hair with her fingers ever so softly and pulled her up on the bed, beside the Queen. "You've aged," Queen Gaelemar chuckled. "I prefer to think that I have matured, in terms of age as well as mental faculties. Tell me mother, don't the elves have the same mental growth as humans?" she asked. "Of course, we do, my child. In fact, we are wiser than any other race, and we are the same ever since our birth."

Still doubting me. "Um,... My name is Alain vi Alling. I am on a journey with a mission of uniting countries and form the World Alliance ....." Over many years, This Algarde has suffered various dangers. There is no opportunity for people living in Algarde to join hands, even though almost an eternity has passed. {Although I am an still immature, I would like to see the king of spirits in order to realize that dream. As a token of friendship, I brought the branches of the great tree that exists in the country of the elves.

She beamed. "You're lucky, may I know your name?" Without hesitating, she said politely. "I am Abel. May I know what you're doing here all by yourself?" Blair stared at her, her cheerful face dropped, Abel noticed this and quickly said another thing. "I had wanted to run away just like you but then again I thought about it. It might look quite unprofessional, I will tell you my secret. I had a horse friend who was human but transformed into a horse by a princess from the Wizards kingdom. We became friends for weeks, I actually enjoyed his talks and then out of the blue, a crazy elf fell down from nowhere and landed on the grass…"

Then he continued to pull her collar from behind, pull it back and clip it to his armpit. His face cocked in defiance of the prince before him. Lily guessed that he wasn't average either, certainly no lower in status than Elias. "Prince, what do you want?" "This question should be asked by the prince. " Lily rolled her eyes at him, not expecting this cold face to be a prince. So? isn't Elias to save her. Lily bit his arm hard. He immediately let go of his hand. "I didn't expect you to have such sharp teeth. You shouldn't be named Lily, but rather a dog's name. "

The creature saw the girl was a little puzzled because of what happened, as those kids suddenly faded away, so he needed to give an explanation. “Stay calm. I let them go directly into my store. They’re safe.” The elf took a pointy cap from the high hanger using his wand and then told the girl: “What is your name, dear?” “Elizabeth ... Elizabeth Catherine Edwards.” The little creature when he heard the name smiled slightly. You couldn’t think that such a being could smile, considering he was always frowning, even when he spoke more softly than usual. “Are you the daughter of the late Edwards? I can’t tell you how happy I am to meet you. I’m so excited and happy ...”

All told he was a mess of an ancient elf, dumped on the midden after the Council had used him for years. “You old charmer,” Horann had smiled at the elf. “What are you called?” “Jenaris,”the old elf had said. “Your name?” “Sentara,” Horann lied with ease. There was no need for the Council to know they had visited the place and the scholars and tutors they had been assigned to would have been disappointed at best, downright angry at worst. “Sentara,” the old man repeated. “A beautiful name for a beautiful elf. I have to admit, your looks are unique, especially your eyes,” Jenaris had said.

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”

I held one hand to my tummy, knowing I was nursing a baby inside me. “Yes, we are…” Mum trailed out looking for what name to call the elf. “Riddick. Mr Riddick,” the elf introduced himself. “Ah, Mr Riddick,” She said. “We are surprised by what we see,” she replied him. “Do you mind telling us all about this world of yours? We don’t understand any of what we are seeing,” I let out. An instant ago, if anyone had told me that fairies or elves existed, I would have rolled my eyes, hissed loudly and scowled at them for their blatant lie.

It would be bad to displease them. These were my thoughts as I stood outside the school he attended, like a love-stricken puppy. I wore a peach summer dress, contrary to what vampires would usually wear but who cared? I’ve always been a sucker for bright colors. And we were in the Elven Kingdom, not the Kingdom of darkness and Zoraidas… “Hey,” I looked back at who called me, only to see a good-looking Elf smiling and flashing me his set of whites. His hair was like Gerald’s in the Witchers, long to the bridge of his shoulders, a black and gold shade mixed together.