Sindarin Dictionary Novels & Stories

Ailith The sanctuary loomed before me like a forgotten dream, its ancient stone structure half-hidden among the craggy mountain face. Sin guided me through a narrow passage where moss-covered walls rose on either side, their surfaces etched with symbols similar to those appearing on my skin. "We're here," Sin said, her voice hushed with reverence. "The Heart of the Emberfangs." Rain began to fall as we approached the entrance—a massive archway carved directly into the mountain, its surface adorned with intricate spirals and runes that seemed to pulse with an inner light. I felt a strange resonance as we drew closer, as if the very stones recognized me.

Valenar sighed, "Look, little brother, this isn't easy for me either, but I see the way you look at her, and she looks at you, so I did some research, and I'd like to share the results I found with you." He walked over to the bookshelf and withdrew an old weathered book. He placed it on the desk and used the letter opener to make a small cut on his palm, holding it over the book until a few drops spilled on the cover. Speaking in the ancient language, he asked it to open the correct page, and he began to read.

I can't help but cough out a laugh, especially since Rian is acting just as silly as Fiona. *** Cailleach means witch. aes sidhe means Fae. Leanan Sidhe means soul mate or other half.

Glossary For Draygonian – Disoshhl'ach --- thank you – Rinissshh-- a slab of meat from the Rini animal (looks kind of like a tri-tipped cow) – Saah- yes – Ssshrat sa rinissshh-- eat your meat – Laarooss-- welcome to my place – Laarosa-- your welcome – Rahosha- drink that comes from Rini – Drayssnar-- Dragon king – Draygana- female dragons – Draygonian-- their language – F'sheerah- bastard – Draygon- their world – Shoranta-- choosing – Chrindalla-stuipid/brainless/useless – Niss'arn- Follow me – Afrima- ass – Wisira- whore, slut, sextoy, – Yeish-hell (a desolate waste land where the wind blows so hard the scales will rip of your skin) – shambrashi draygonain-counsel

It felt like my head was floating on air, but even this was enough to comfort me. " The halfling told me what happened. They are out looking for you. I told them to stop and that my daughter would make her decision when the time was right. Tell me what happened Sindarin Melna " Dear Beloved, He loved calling me that in Elven Tongue when he was worried about me. Am I that pitiful? With a calming breath, I let my worries flow out. I told him everything, about my former mate and how he had a child on the way. I told him about Aurora, about Will, and he listened like he always did, without any judgment, without any anger, he just listened.

Grant me the knowledge of hidden truths and skies, In the language of the ancients, let my power rise! Sulvandir arvandar, marelith sorniethar, Enbrystor valethiel, aetheren e'luminar. Khar'sulnath velrathia, tarkusarni astralia, Elendrithis entaran, sornynor il'mystaria!" As she spoke the intricate words, each syllable carried a surge of energy, reverberating through the air and permeating the room.

Rebecca shakes her head timidly and swallows hard. "No? Then let me enlighten you," he practically purrs, rubbing his hands with an eagerness to put her in her place. "Loa means black magic. Sindre, and I have spread the black dust over Asgard to get these savage Vikings to work for us." His tongue traced over his chipped and yellow teeth. Sindre claps his hands mockingly at the imagery of the defeated Vikings.

Soren is looking at me intently. "I know that not all that glitters is gold, and that not all gold is shiny." I take a step back. "Strïth is a being of war... His name translates as war... And war isn't pretty, it's not a place for everyone... I know you do everything you can to stay in control, so as not to hurt others." I took his hands and gave them a gentle squeeze.

I gave them a reassuring smile before they nodded hesitantly. Wendy walked to my side, pressed her palms to my hand, and closed her eyes before she mumbled something under her breath. “Jina hane eth igur,” Wendy uttered an unfamiliar language—perhaps the language of the dwarves. As soon as she pulled away from me, there was a vivid picture of a map that appeared in my head. My eyes widened in surprise as I turned to look at Wendy. “Thank you,” I said and Wendy curled her lips to a smile.

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.