Lotr Quotes Elvish Novels & Stories

Her high pitched voice was was painful to the ears. " I don't actually, but I think you are going to tell me." Willow said rolling her eyes. She knew she did not tear the garment. "Such attitude from a filthy,low class person like yourself. Holding up our designer six thousand dollar garment against your dirty body." The lady insulted Willow.

And then, as if the universe itself marveled at the spectacle, a cascade of tears—silver and gold—streamed from the royal elven woman's eyes. The ethereal tears shimmered in the air, a crystalline testament to the emotions that transcended the boundaries of our worlds. A fragile smile graced her lips, a curve that seemed to bridge the gap between ancient wisdom and newfound purpose. Her words held the weight of ages, a proclamation of her mission guided by the stars themselves.

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?”

She said it contains herbs, water, food, stones, and spell books that they sure would need. She was the only one who seemed relaxed and easy about their three-day expedition across the dry, desolate land. Her easy and calm nature wasn’t deterred by their tiring undertaking. All along the journey, Ellaine was only able to see Finrod shortly. Elves have the ability to run twice as fast as a cheetah according to Margarette. Finrod would only stop and wait for them to point the direction they were to take before he speeds off to wait for them under the next lone thin tree.

“What language is that?” “Do you know the script of Elvish from those stories Tolkien wrote about? The ones the humans go crazy over.” “Vaguely. It’s odd how stupid humans can be about the oddest things.” “This, sir, is the real deal. The actual language of the highborn Fae. Our creators and what the humans named high elves or the shining ones. Whatever is in here putting out that power may be fae created.” “Gods, help us.”

Fear mixes with pity, turns to resentment faster than you’d think. The old folks need logic, or something like it. So I’d sit in council, face draped in mourning, barely speaking. Then I'd drop a gem: “Elora means well, sure, but is that enough for war? You all saw how she begged for Dante. Can you trust a Luna who can’t sniff out traitors?” The word traitor is always good for a reaction. Gasps, side-eye, the works.

Mission accomplished. ✦✦✦ Elle spoke a phrase in Elvish to the bark of an enormous silverwood tree, and a door shimmered into existence. A winding staircase opened into a massive underground chamber lit with floating orbs. Music pulsed through the air. It was packed. They moved through the crowd, grabbing drinks that smoked with pink mist and glittered under the enchanted lights. Laughter came easily. Jax kept close to Nova, his hand at her back. Every inch of his posture said mine.

The smell greatly burns my nose, the smell that wasn't here a second ago: gas. I saw a spark in the middle and then the blazing fire crawled as quickly as lightning! They won't give me a break! Instead of continuously defending myself, I accepted the scorch for a short moment, then summoned all of my spellbooks and created a mighty pillar of light together with a ranging gust. The floor is cleared and the ground rumbles. Every word I utter quivers their heads as I speak, "Killing an Eldar won't make you any better! Do you think you are using your enchantment righteously!? Such power should not be wielded by those with little brains... like you!"

“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!”

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.}