Lotr Quotes Elvish Novels & Stories

Mrs Hemsworth said sarcastically as she crossed her legs onto the desk,with her black heels pointing towards Willow as she shook her feet. "Mrs Hemsworth, you are a pathetic excuse for a teacher and a woman. You point fingers at me because you are a lonely old cow. Go find a damn man, your age , you shriveled up prune." Willow wanted to shout out but instead she just walked out slamming the door behind her. She walked quickly to the library. The books were usually her best friend,taking her to faraway lands where she could find herself lost in beautiful views, peculiar characters and enchanted gardens.

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?”

Shieena stepped forward, with Nio on her heels, and began talking with the goblin. It was the first time Nio had heard the goblin language. Each race had its own language, but elvish was the one used for the usual communication between the races. Nio was familiar with dwarven and human language, but compared to goblin speech they were only dialects of the elven language. The goblin speech was like listening to birds and lizards all at once, saturated with high tones and heavy on the ears.

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.”

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!”

Arlo grinned wider, entirely unapologetic. The chanting stopped, the glowing runes faded into wisps of smoke, and Elowen turned toward us, her eyes fixed on us. The chamber fell silent, save for the distant drip of water echoing from unseen cracks. She moved with surprising grace, her staff tapping softly against the floor as she approached. A faint smile creased her weathered face. “Congratulations, sons of Nightshade and Midnight,” she said. Arlo blinked. “That doesn’t sound ominous at all.” Dimitri cleared his throat sharply.