Sindarin Dictionary Novels & Stories

“You are welcome darling daughter, Now in accordance to our earlier topic of discussion, I still believe being the daughter of a king warrants you more when it comes to life. I sighed as I rested on this seat, this will be another long period before I could return to my mate. **************************** “Hello you are back lovely.” Cirdan stated and when I grimaced at the name he nodded. “Lovely is out of running then.” He had made it his mission to find me a pet name that I will love and answer to unconsciously when he saw how easy I was with Finn, he was jealous he needs some time to calm down. This I know but he still hasn’t calmed down even days later.

Knowing that his beast could not survive without it's mate, he released a great roar that caused the castle walls to completely collapse upon them as he died. Sheiria is my own creation and is pronounced She-ray-a Erwan is Celtic for dragon and is pronounced Er-wan, like you would pronounce Obi-Won Tine is Celtic for Fire and Is pronounced like time with an n

The library was always my sanctuary, a place where I could escape reality and lose myself in the pages of a good book. As I wandered through the aisles, I came across a book that caught my eye. It was titled "The Mystics of Lycans". Intrigued, I pulled it off the shelf and flipped through the pages. The words were unfamiliar, and I struggled to make sense of them. They seemed to be in a language I had never seen before. "Zephyrion milarath velindreth, thalorion symphoria. Ancalima thranduil caladron."

"I do not understand?" "You said that an hour ago when we were making up," She stated, and Duncan gripped her buttocks, squeezing them. "My Beta's sister has been possessed, and just yesterday, she growled a strange language." Duncan pointed out to Erin. Her eyebrows drew together in a deep frown. "Can you remember the words she said?" Erin questioned. "Vinés or venis gamali drochan sharan," Duncan stated, and Erin looked up at him with shock evident in her eyes.

She ran out of the kitchen. “Nallon sí var.” He said. “Manen síve?” She replied. “Ú- vilda!” He looked pissed. “What hunters?” Hilda looked up at them. Aethon and Petra looked shocked. “Is that Sindarin?” Hilda stood up. “No, it's not.” “How did you..” Petra turned to her. “I am a demon, we understand a lot of languages.” She smiled. “Oh! It's Quenya! Ancient language of the elves!”

Her blue eyes flashed and I felt her magic, flames leapt in her hands, first green, then red and finally blue. Her voice was a soft whisper. “Fran mik til þú, hvat var minn, er nú ykkarr.” It was odd how it translated in my head. “From me to you, what was mine will now be yours.” I could feel it in my fingertips, spreading throughout my body slowly as she continued to whisper close to my ear. “Ek gefþúr minn megin, minn kunnusta, minn fróðleikr.”

“That would be a great help indeed.” “Hey, can you perhaps translate the words in the Song of Aerials too?” asked Dorin. “Can you give me a line?” “Mi solla shi netto lora tana.” Dorin sang. “Not sure...” Johan frowned, “But solla means ‘gold’ and lora means ‘kid’. The rest I’m not familiar with.” “It must be a different dialect! The ones used by the wind mages of old!” Xander said excitedly.

It was a small comfort in this unfamiliar place. A wooden signpost caught her attention, the carved letters weathered but still legible against the dark grain. An arrow pointed left, bearing the words "Limdrion University," while another directed right toward something called "The Melanthor." She hesitated, her scholar's curiosity piqued by the unfamiliar term. The word had an ancient elven root, melan, meaning "knowledge" or "secrets." Secrets were precisely what she needed now.

* Viglet : A small wand to extract Esze from the circuits in the body. * Vitr Bris : 'Wind Blast' in Elvian.