Sindarin Dictionary Novels & Stories

There were faces on each beside a weird symbol that corresponds to its value. “The bills with the face of a king are called Zíhát while those with the face of a queen are called Wievta. Another is the Thiánden. One Zíhát is equal to ten Wievta and one Wievta is equal to five Thiánden.” She remembered Margarette instructing her. All of the citizens under the rule of the elves use it. There are also different names for money for every particular independent creature in Lenriad. Goblins, for one, have Guûrniett while the Dwarves have Mæviς.

From another fold of his clothes, he drew out a thin black quill, its tip already dipped in ink that looked darker than any night. Balancing the book on his knee, he began to write slowly, his golden eyes half-closed in thought. The letters curved across the page in a language older than the stones of Eldravayne. Each word hummed softly, as if the tree itself leaned in to listen to the secrets pressed into parchment: Aren’syl va’thal en drae’nor. Syl’en var sha’kora ven’dai,_ Shae’mor tal vryn TRANSLATION:

Around its rim, glyphs carved in the language before language throbbed softly, responding to her heartbeat, marking her as both heir and herald of Dustborn wrath. Sirelia knelt by the cradle. Her lips moved in a tongue older than any living speech, a ritual incantation passed down through a bloodline steeped in pain. Every word tasted of iron. When the final syllable fell away, she pressed her palm to her breastplate, her blood seared through the seams. A single drop fell into the ink. It hissed, a sound like a thousand drowned screams.

“I smelled Drul Sorcery from that demon mage. Its scent was bitter and sour … like a rotten corpse.” Arth pulled his gaze away from the mountains and shifted his attention to his fellow riders. King of Ka’erndal? Was he a demon? And what’s with this Drul Sorcery? What did that even mean? “I’ve not smelled anything earlier,” he muttered. “She possesses sharp senses, Your Highness,” Edric explained as if he had heard Arth, then he told Ruby, “If that’s true, then Ka’erndal has made its move.”

, he answered. Ana stared at him, she raised her index finger, "First of all that word didn't sound as if it had a single letter 'D' in it, so it actually has two is astonishing. And it's said 'signi-vaj-hejs'", she stated, "Why Signidvajdhejs", she asked.

"Zethrii'marael lythianthos, threlisar vorynthor, yirondal mynethor velethor. Drevanor talonar zharennor, drevoros kynethor, vethrion enyxarathor velor. Vorandor tiras'lynthor alynnor zyndarathor, lytharion vynorothor ylvarithor naelor ylyndor. Voros talanor mithralas norlenthos elyndor, vorinthalas vynthor zarenthor ythor valyndor."

Then I heard it. Aodren. My eyes lifted from the page. Jorvan continued speaking. I understood nothing else. I looked at Beren. He took a bite of bread. “What did he say?” “Learn Aedrathi.” I stared at him. “Excuse me?” “Then you stop asking me what everyone says.” Someone at the next fire spoke. Aodren again. Several meaningless words followed. I looked at Beren. “Fine.” He paused. “Fine?” “Teach me.”

Elven Dwarven Human Toheren Yeasrtui Desarte Jurtiul Veaswrtul Raertru Feasrt Seafers Herduilt Mirdiun Xervert Vardurl Btreft Terdern Gurdei Nuirtin Sandul Hardurn Loverin Werdin Highsun Merden Zaeru Qweurduin Piouren Gecerst Asgurt Berfert Jurturen Raedet Seferdein Herebein Keweren Werderain

“It reads, I think it reads… With a drop of blood from those who come from the source speak the words and the way shall be presented.” Finn scratches his head. Repeating what he said but without sound. “Yep, that’s what it says,” He says once he reread a few times. “My languages are rusty but I'm pretty sure.” “What words?” Mason asks what I had been thinking. “me aftó to aíma dóro, anoichtó” Finn speaks a foreign language. “This part is in my mother's native tongue, with this blood I gift, open.” Quick as lightning Mason slices Finn's hand. Droplets of blood fell and splashed on the boulder. A heavy rumble sounds from behind us and the ground trembles. The three of us turn as the door shift

As we pass the magical creatures, Jess looks at the Salynx in confusion. “A Salynx is a mix between a Sable and a Lynx; sometimes it’s more Lynx than Sable but it’s mostly Sable Lynx.”, I explained to her. Continuing walking until we could see Mr. Sapping; Mr. Sapping is a half-breed, dark elves; this can get mixed up with Svartálfar, which is black elves. Many people are wary of dark elves, but since he’s the only one who sells potions, the town isn’t too wary of him.