Sindarin Dictionary Novels & Stories

I groan against his lips as Sin pulls my bottom lip between his teeth, before sucking on the flesh, and in a strange way; that burns right across my body. Sinclair pulls back, staring down at me with a familiar look on his face, and I match his gaze, my breathing heavy as he wraps one arm around me while the other moves down my stomach, before disappearing under my skirt, and I suck in a harsh breath when he trails a finger over my clad wet pussy.

As the young woman slowly backed away, Haldir pulled his knife from its sheath on his belt. Gritting his teeth as the blade sliced through his palm, Haldir’s snorted back the thick tears that sat on the coarse hairs of his beard. He dripped his lifeblood onto Mory’s tongue then said,“Táimid ar cheann anois.” Mory’s eyes became heavy as the light around Haldir began to dim. She slowly breathed out the words as she remembered hearing them.“Táimid ar cheann anois.” Smashing his lips onto hers, he slid his tongue into her mouth and tasted their joined blood as he kissed her deeply.

"Your name is pretty unique. What does it mean because Saiora is something I've never heard before?" "It means golden one in the old tongue," I hesitantly nodded my head. I wasn't quite sure what the old tongue was. "The old tongue. It's the language spoken amongst Supernatural communities. It's not as popular as it used to be but you'll hear it in spells. It's usually mixed in with some Latin too," Saiora caught on to my confusion and explained the information I lacked. "Thanks for explaining. I'm not really well versed in all this Supernatural business. I really have a lot to learn," I giggled softly.

pausing for a moment, Fenryn gave a thoughtful look, as if thinking for the word he wanted, then with confusion, Fenryn continued with, “what is that word... you know, means, um, long sleep?” At first, the elder lady held an amused expression as Fenryn attempted to reply in her own language. His misuse of his word Fahalin (blood) instead of Ma'fahalan to mean family or clan member entertained her. However, the more he spoke, the more serious she became and she asked, now speaking in the common tongue, “you mean she has been attacked, and is now unconscious?”

he suggested and I hand palmed myself. "Why hadn't I thought of that?" cursed myself. "Oh I don't know because you're dumb," Liv insulted. I went past a couple trees and placed the spell the whole area. There was war coming and I could feel it. You want my sister bitches, you're gonna have to come through me. Odísť a nikdy sa nevrátiť means To leave and never come back. Chráňte pred zlom means To protect from evil.

“We’ll give it a try.” “Right then.” Matthew tore off the piece of paper from the wall and folded it before keeping it inside his pants pocket. “We should look for supplies later.” Rose took out her note book that was filled with all kinds of writings. Matthew recognized almost all of them, Elven, Dwergen, Mison, Cyssian, Coronese, Tiberian, Oceanic and the common tongue of this world, Omnese. It’s breathtaking for Matthew every time he sees her note book.

His voice was gentle as he uttered unfamiliar words that began to walk through my mind and I could see them as if I were reading a book. “EXSALLIRIEM” , I said weakly. I felt the ground tremble around me while everything began to crumble as the creatures were caught in disbelief and a grain of fear was seen in Zit’s eyes. I could feel the wave of heat flowing through my body restoring my strength and voice;” EXSALLIRIEM QXANTO”, I gasped as a strong wind blew in the room carrying everything in front of me, my shackles cracking under the strong light illuminated the room like the sun, turning the creatures to dust.

she said as she edited some of her pictures. Sirusen is term for Sins that enhance their sense of hearing and Hirrusen is a third level spell that enables one to hear an individual’s thoughts. It’s one of the hardest one to achieve, also the deadliest. “I can't use it. You know those types can easily trigger alarms.” I reminded her. “You can take him to the forest or by the ocean.” she the suggested, knowing that there are areas without alarms. “Still, Hirrusen is a third level spell. I'm only on the second level.” I said as I drank the pink juice she made.

"His name shocked Eryndor 'How has the tree come to know my name?' As he was still regaining his consciousness, Eryndor blurted out: 'Who's there?" Youngling's young greenish leaves trembled, releasing a faint and smothe rustle, as Elderwood's gentle voice enveloped her. 'Eryndor will save me, won't he?' she whispered, her delicate petals unfolding like tiny hands clasped in prayers. A tender shoot of hope sprouted within her, its tender tip reaching for the warmth of promise. Her roots deepened, clinging to the earth, as if unwilling to let go. "May I live long!"

Selene’s breath caught. Theoden leaned in, reading silently beside her. “What does it mean?” Luka asked. Darius threw up his hands. “Okay, again, am I the only one here who thinks this is all just a little too cryptic? ‘Two souls in her bones’? What does that even mean? Are we still talking metaphorically? Or are we—what—stacking spirits now?” Selene let out a quiet breath through her nose. “It’s not metaphor. Not for me and Theoden.”