Sindarin Names Novels & Stories

“Thank you.” “Irwan!” “You are bestowed by the star of the monkey. Your name is Irz.” “Thank you.” “Haris!” “You are bestowed by the star of the sheep. Your name is Harz.” “Thank you.” “Gatot!” “You are bestowed by the star of the boar. Your name is Garz.” “Thank you.” “Dini!” “You are bestowed by the star of the rabbit. Your name is Darz.” “Thank you.” “Vincent!”

“I need you. Sisi needs you.” The mention of their daughter’s name made her freeze, her eyes widening. “Sisi...” Ivan’s expression softened further. “I gave her a name,” he said gently. “Cyndra.” Arisha’s eyes flickered with confusion and disbelief. “Cyndra?” Ivan nodded, his smile widening. “Cyndra Anderson Suegra.” He paused, emphasizing the last name as if it were a gift. “Suegra. Our family name.” A wave of panic surged through Arisha, and she pushed him away, her movements sudden and sharp. Ivan stumbled back, taken aback by the force of her reaction. “Arisha, what—”

Cursing under his breath he turned away from the door, the sooner he got to the throne room and put out whatever fire was waiting for him the better. Entering, he headed straight for his throne. Sitting down, he took in the two young males before him. Pontus stood before him and smiled at Zayn in a strange kind of way. Whatever the smile was about, it put Zayn on edge. “My king, these two males have made a request that they would like to see their sister, she is one of your brides.” Zayn raised an eyebrow and looked at the two males before him, who were now clearly feeling intimidated by his stare. “Tell me pups who is your sister.” he asked in a deep gravelly voice. “Her name is Arwen, my k

Asher introduced me as his mate and future Queen, which made my often silent Ruby puff out her chest with pleasure. Each she-Dragon introduced themselves as Gærriðla, the designer; Óðinn, in charge of procuring materials and would be the main seamstress; and Sigríðr, who would be measuring and creating patterns. For ease, they said I could call them Gabriella, Diane and Samantha, explaining that each Dragon had two names. One would be a more typical human name from the area they lived in, and the other was their Dragonese name, which was the same as their Dragon. I made a mental note to use their Dragonese names since it seemed disrespectful otherwise.

“Well, it’s Diandreliera, but that’s a bit of a mouthful, and I don’t think anyone has ever called me by my full name.” “Diandreliera,” he repeated, raising his eyebrows. “That is an Elvish name.” “Yes, my father was of Elvish descent. I think I am named for his great grandmother,” I resumed sorting. “Can I know your name?” “Aurien,” he said thoughtfully. “Or that is close enough.” I pushed the hair back from my face and wiped the sweat off my brow onto my sleeve and wondered what that meant. Was Aurien a shortened version of his name, as Liera was of mine? What language was Aurien part of? “It’s nice to meet you, Aurien.”

“And it’s my favorite, so don’t be too hard on it.” “No, baby, I love it!” Bhakti says, her eyes alight. “I think we have a first name,” Liam says. He picks up his list and reads off his girl names. “Svetlana, Dannika, Brina, Brencis, and Sileny.” “What does Sileny mean?” I ask. “Moonlight,” Liam answers. “Zoe Sileny,” Bhakti says. She shakes her head. “It just doesn’t sound right.”

“What have you named her in this lifetime?” “I have to name her, but doesn’t she already have a name?” I ask quizzically as I pull my hands back and place them on my thighs. “Oh, my little wolf.” He says giving me such a loving look as he leans forward giving me the sweetest softest kiss ever. Pulling away just a little, still feeling his lips ghost over mine. “We have had many different names. Eli’s favorite story from when he was little was about the King of Dragons. That is how my name came to be Aragorn.” He says as I sigh against his lips. “But your mother said something about a prophecy and knew the name Aragorn.” I whisper out leaning forward closing the distance between us. Deepening

“But before I give you the dusts, I want to know the name of your friend.” “His name is Finrod, your Majesty.” “Finrod? The elf Prince of Skeifaiah?” Ellaine kept quiet. How can she answer if she didn’t know it herself? Finrod refused her presence in the first place while Margarette.. Well, she always promised to tell her everything yet.. Never mind. “Very well, my child, I’ll give you what you need for the elf Prince. Lenriad can’t afford to let a great warrior like him to die in such a way.”

Who am I fooling? Okay, I was more than curious, and I thought this was way better than going out on a date that only gave me false hope. I quickly signed up with a new username. Then I hit the preview of the Nutella girl. Nutella girl? That's cute. Sindy Kate. I read it aloud, making me laugh like a twit. It sounded like the word syndicate. Then there she was, live in the flesh. She had a slim figure, almost skinny, but her arms were toned though. Her round face had a little hint of makeup, not too much—that was what I liked in a woman. Her full lips painted with glossy pink.

said Sidastir and shrugged casually. "The show tells of the ice elven tale of the two brothers, Gorom and Geal," Sidastir explained. "Blue and white? Strange names," Akana commented, and Sidastir laughed. "Not really. They represent the two suns of Noterra. Groom is the blue sun, and Geal is the white one. In this tale, they sought the three sisters that represent the three moons." Akana listened to Sidastir's explanation though it was hard to see the connection between the skaters and the tale.