Lotr Quotes Elvish Novels & Stories

with his head bowed low Diego said, his whole body was filled with endless injuries, and there was no sign of it healing, obviously caused by the poisoned chains. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. Those who failed and betrayed the pack are the ones who should be sorry,” I said softly. “You’re all warriors who fought till the end, so never bow your heads low.” They lifted their chins, and I met their eyes with determination, hoping to instill some strength and courage in them. “Enough of the bravado talk already, and let’s get down to business!” Rebecca shouted, her hands clenched into fists, her voice tinged with urgency and frustration.

My grandmother called me a born warrior, whatever she meant, which I didn't mind. "Cool," I said I'm not interested. The second time the old man spoke, he began. Legolas rushed at me like a mad bull. "Legolas, my advice, talk less," I smirked. "Actions speak louder than words." In 3 minutes, yes, I count. The duel between Legolas and I ended with him at my feet, and my sword at the back of his neck. “Damn it, cousin.” Jolie cried out like a crazy woman.

Up close, their face was more human than legend. Lines at the corners of their eyes from squinting at the sun and reading too much in bad light. A faint scar along one jawline that spoke of something sharp long ago. No ornamentation beyond the sigils on their cloak and a simple ring on one forefinger etched with the crescent‑and‑three‑lines Elowen’s bones recognized. When they spoke, they used her name in a way she’d never heard it said aloud. “Elowen a’Lunaris,” they said.

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.

PiercingGaze pauses but nods, knowing not to argue with her protector. IvorySting dismounts the steadily pacing stag and disappears into the brush, a sharpened blade dangling from her tail. VeiledMaxim taps Kofe subtly with his elbow. Kofe in response slowly lags behind as his liege presses forward. “That’s close enough, city elf,” PiercingGaze speaks in Dwarvish. “Ah so you can speak more than Common and Gibberish, queen of the jungle,” the young lord replies, his hands empty and raised.

“In Fae. The herb is actually named after the Fae word, not the reverse.” “Yes, though I didn’t know that until the good-witch told me,” I looked up at him and smiled. “Though, apparently, it normally means little dragon and from the indication of this cavern, this dragon is not little.” “The Elvish word for golden is lyt etel,” he murmured, more to himself than to me. “Seers,” he added with a tone of disgust. “They all seem to hold aspirations to be word smiths. What else did they say?”

The leprechaun blew out his cheeks but disappeared to comply. ------------------------- Hearing Aurora's call from the hill, Zoltan rallied the elves. "Fight well!" Ithel raised the Horn of Sonority and blew with all his might. The sound rang through the whole land. In front of the elves, the fairies ripped open the space in order to portal the warriors across the battlefield instantly. The Elves ran into the gnomes like a hammer. Immediately some of the rocky creatures went down before they could draw their swords.

Observing the key, he take closer look and said, “It is a language, but I never read anything like this.” “Exactly, because the Elven were forgotten by five hundred years already. This must be an elven language!” Elm was so excited, he was practically jumping on the bed. “Good job Elm.” I rewarded him with a kiss on his lips, and even full on make out on the bed, with Aaron and Zephyr staring at us. When we were done fooling around, I smile at the two of them and winked, “You need to find something to get a reward too.”

“That’s it? It’s pure gibberish.” Lakon smiled. “Not quite. In fact, it makes perfect sense, assuming you speak the right languages.” “And which languages are those? Lakon’s smile was replaced by a smug expression. “High Elvish of course. We may be going to Favorn Forest.” “Don’t the Dryads and Lady Heartwood live there also?” “Yes, she does. She treats the Light Elves with respect and friendship, if not love.” Sigwulf smiled and opened his mouth to speak.

“Oh, that would be great. These woods are lovely, dark, and deep. It’s like life… it’s worth living.” "Yet, even in the midst of evil cruelty and carnage, life is worth living. For she falls in love with the sunsets and the moonlight, more likely the rain and everything that understands her heart and speaks the language of her soul. It is feasible for fantastic engagements and lovely things to exist,” Legolas clutched her face and move closer to his, feeling the hot connection in between them, “Heaven sent, you existed.” And he let go of his hands on her face and he walk ahead.