Sindarin Names Novels & Stories

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.

These were my dreams, they might be useful to you and I'm sorry for betraying us was written on the second page and on the third page of the book, The Sargon's of 1104 (before the war) was written on it m stands for married Cyril Sargon m Soroya Adelio = Adrian Sargon, Baron Sargon, Shiza Sargon Adrian Sargon m Alyssa Leroy = Sabriana Sargon, Aricia Sargon, Farsiris Sargon, Saina Sargon, Tiana Sargon, Avantica Sargon, Zara Sargon, Damyanti Sargon, Irene Sargon "I guess this is where I comes in" I murmured to myself when I saw Irene Sargon

Baspo sat beside me. “You know the weird thing about this place, Luna?” I denied. How could I? I didn’t even know this place. “My mother named it the Óre on the first Ithil after she married my father,” Baspo said. “Heart! That’s so true about this place.” I responded. He looked at me. I surprised him. “I don’t know how, but I know some very old tongues. Some of them don’t even exist today. I guess I must have learned them in childhood.”

Lando asked as he held up the bag of special onesies André had made. “This one shall be Caspian Alec D’Amore. Something about the look in his eyes makes me think of Papa.” André declared, looking at Baby A on his chest. “And you, my sweet baby girl, shall be Éowyn Delilah Delaney as you have a sweetness like your Zia Delilah.” He smiled as he kissed Baby D. I blinked when he gave her my surname. We hadn’t discussed what we’d name the children, at least regarding their surnames. I had assumed all four would take the D’Amore name. Yet he was giving our princess my name.

"Give my thanks to Shella and Dimas then." "Fine, I'll tell them." I got it. His intention was to convey his gratitude to Shella in Lurivian Language. "Oh yeah, by the way, you haven't said your name!" "You're right. I'm sorry! My name was Elzhar-Kri, just call me Elzhar.” For a moment, I was stunned. Somehow his name reminded me of something. The Elvians have specific rules in their name system. Generally, their name consists of two words, the first word was their name and the second word was their family name. When Elzhar revealed his full name, I felt familiar with the surname.

"Sin, your Daddy, do you work at the Ministry of Education and Culture?" "Put, how do you know?" "Yes, together with my Dad." "Oh really? His father's son, what's his name, huh?" "You really forgot me Sin? You're too much, huh?" "Yeah, sorry, Put, I really don't remember." "Do you remember when you were a child and played games in your Daddy's office?" "Ehmmm, Anggun, Agung, Iwan, Fina, Chandra." "Oh, that's my first name you call, I am Iwan Sin, son of Mr. Mardi."

But there was no humor in it. Darius’s hands curled into fists. “You expect us to believe that? That you’re—” His words cut off. Because Theoden wasn’t arguing. Wasn’t denying it. He simply said, “Selene.” Luka blinked. “What?” Theoden exhaled. “Her name,” he said quietly, but firmly. “It was never Willow.” He met their eyes, watching them unravel. “Her name is Selene.” Darius shook his head. “No. That—no.”

"And who are you?" "He doesn't need to give us his name," Queen Niamh whispered loudly. "Don't interrupt," Lorcan hissed. Niamh sat straighter in her saddle, "This is a surprise visit." "He has no right to be disrespectful," Lorcan said low and steady. "Even a child knows how to greet their King and Queen." Niamh opened her mouth again, but Lorcan was speaking. "What is your name?" The elflord in the green tunic bowed low, "I am Thalanil Gildan, leader of the village of Imnenora. Please, let me show you what has been done."

I repeated slowly, still trying to wrap my head around it. Severin leaned back slightly against the pillows, his expression tense but calm at the same time, as if he had expected this conversation to come eventually. “Yes,” he said quietly. “His name is Thorin.” The name itself sounded strong, almost heavy with reputation. “Thorin,” I repeated. Severin nodded. “He’s an even greater warrior than I am,” he continued. “The firstborn. The pride of our entire clan. When we were younger, everyone believed he would one day lead the Lycans.”

Scrambling off the back, I mumbled softly, “Who is he?” “His name is Suen or Sin, and like your mate, he has enjoyed several bedmates but only impregnated two; your mom and mine. Sin is a Moon God, Lyric, and very wealthy. The houses we passed belonged to his houseworkers and his um, numerous lovers,” Salem explained as we ascended the stone stairs. The front door opened, and a tall, handsome man stood there with the same colored eyes as me and chestnut brown hair with silver at the temples. When he gazed at me, he grinned, and I instantly understood why he was named Sin.