Lotr Quotes Elvish Novels & Stories

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.

"Is that what we are calling it now? Because I predicted the flood in the Delta? Because I hoarded grain when the harvest was good?" She stepped closer, the chains on her ankles rattling. "That wasn't magic, you fool. That was logistics. That was mathematics." "She speaks in tongues!" Elara squeaked, hiding behind Lysander. "See how she glares? She curses us!" Lysander patted Elara’s hand. "Do not fear, my love. Her darkness cannot touch your light." He looked back at Vespera, his expression hardening into a mix of guilt and arrogance.

he whispered, his lip trembling beneath his silver mustache. "I do," Maeve replied with a soft, solemn smile. She sat back against the stone wall, her gaze drifting across the courtyard as she began to speak, her tone carrying the rhythmic, comforting cadence of an old storyteller. "When I was a little girl, my grandmother used to sit me by the hearth and tell me tales of the old world, before the lineages fractured into petty houses. She told me about the Sire of the Dark Elves. She told me how the ancestors of what we now call the Forest Elven Elders began to grow proud, self-righteous, and cruel, sowing seeds of prejudice against anyone who didn't fit their narrow mold."

his speech that he was trying to make and his expressions changed from concern too pale within seconds and I got so Worried trying to get up on my feets but I was not able to and I knew something terrible has happened when I realised that Elvin is losing his balance, and now there was blood dripping from his lips and all I could see in his eyes was fear and tears accumulated in them as he tried to say something but words fail to form a sentence, I was calling his name asking him to stay with me, requesting him to tell me what was wrong and I was trying everything to free myself from that black magical speak but my spells were failing to work and I felt helpless in the moment, I tried to foc

he conceded, "but you play a part; I'm sure of it. I can feel it; like an itch just below my skin." "Oh, I hate those itches," I groaned. "You scratch and scratch and nothing helps." I glanced over and saw him giving me an exasperated look. "I know you're not being literal. I was just trying for some levity." "Next time you should try harder." He grimaced. "Or not at all." "Wonderful." I rolled my eyes. "Thanks for the tip, Legolas." "Do not make Lord of the Rings jokes with me," he said seriously. "We Fey, hate that."

“That was just pure luck.” Elliot smirked. “Pure luck? Alright then. Let’s try again.” This time, as soon as Elliot lunged, Aurora’s lips curled into a mischievous smile. She muttered something under her breath, something foreign, something ancient. "Eštali vināra quexnīth!" The moment the words left her mouth, a powerful force surged through the air. Elliot’s body jerked backward as if struck by an invisible wave. He flew across the training ground, crashing into the stone wall with a loud thud.

Robin and Lucy both were engaged in the music that they were not able to understand what was happening there around them. Olivia smiled at the maid from before. Loriel began singing again,'' Os iusti meditabitur sapientiam, El lingua eius loquetur, indicium, Beatus vir qui suffert Tentantionem Quoniqm cum probates, fuerit accipient..corona vitae-'' with the last line there was another blackout.

one of the trampled idiots muttered as if he were about to die. Great. Carvalho. If he was on the white oak, then that meant he wouldn’t have his usual excuse. I wouldn’t have to hold on. My lips arched into a cruel smile. "Redde in cinerem, ad albedinem reduc, radices cum lacrymis surgant, lux oriatur et me illuc reducat, meque ad candidam quercum reducat" o encantamento saiu de meus lábios dessa vez com uma naturalidade maior que na primeira.

I breathed. “The Dark Elves’ mountains,” Rivyn replied grimly. “The Elves are cousins to the Fae,” he said quietly as he encouraged Coryfe to move forwards. The horse did not like the location, reacting to the sulphur smell of the soil, and communicated his dislike through his movement, each step reluctant as if he anticipated the ground would disappear before him.

Lihont whispered, his voice sounding extremely weird, like someone else was speaking through him. He raised his hands toward the full moon and began reciting some strange spells and scary chants. “Haulaurow Drequito bregavidaras Masstre tanwirop faeraq!” The words were from a language that no one could understand and the Dark Lord was the one whispering the words into Lihont's ear. The air around the mansion immediately became chilly, turning so cold that the breath of the soldiers in the field came out like white clouds.