Sindarin Names Novels & Stories

Lord Arinthal was not satisfied, he eyed Eryndor suspiciously, convinced he was an agent of some secret service, member of the rescuers. "What brings you to Corallina, gentleman?" Arinthal asked gruffly. Eryndor replied confidently, "Nothing particular, just to enjoy the beautiful scenery around here." Lord Arinthal's expression turned polite, but his tone remained skeptical and sarcastic. "Welcome, gentleman. What's your name?" "Eryndor Maxwell," he replied. Arinthal raised an eyebrow. "You've come without any luggage or gadgets. How... surprising! What do you expect to see here?" His tone dripped with sarcasm, but Eryndor remained resilient, his expression unwavering.

But I wasn’t one who would just idly stand by. One by one they introduced themselves to me. I was right in guessing what they were by how they looked. Lord Bates wasn’t married neither was King Lysander, both seem to be young. Bates did have a top witch advisor Belinda. I was getting annoyed at the names by this point, Belinda, Lucinda, and Roselinda. Why was Linda so popular as part of a name? I thought it might be a cultural thing but there was two different cultures represented, Fae and Witches. Or I was really in a book and this book’s Author was horrible at naming its characters. What ever time to move on.

“And this companion, do you know him, as well?” His arms wove across his chest as Agamori twisted his lips and shook his head. “I do not; he’s Earthborn.” The burst of adrenaline shot through Daniel’s body, and the falling feeling came to his palms as the room where he locked the memory away started to open. “What does he look like?” Daniel glowed with a blue aura but as it melted into charcoal, Rosemary put her healing hand on his shoulder as she peeked over it. “Did this man give his name, Agi?” “He calls himself Haldir.”

She grumbles. Nate wraps his arm around her, and she melts into him. Yeah, she loves them, and it’s clear that they love her too. This makes me happy. I know what she went through when she was younger. So seeing these two like this with her makes me happy. Alpha Jason catches me up on everything that has been happening. By the end of the story, I am so fucking pissed at that part of the family. I am distantly related to a few of those family members. My great-grandfather's wife was related to that family somehow. I am not close with any of them except for one. His name is Xindi. His actual name is much longer, but like Helm's real name, it is totally unpronounceable. He shortened

"Son..." "Don't ever call me that again," Sinjin growled, pointing a finger at his father, whose jaw dropped in shock. "I’m going to file for a name change to show how serious I am about this. I’ll keep my first name because I like it, but not Santillan. It’s a cursed name." "It hasn’t come to this, Sinjin. Let’s talk about it," Brendan pleaded. "I’m done talking," Sinjin said. "I’ve been talking for years, but no one listened except Edselyn. Now that you’ve all succeeded in driving her away, I’m finished." He turned and stormed out of the living room.

All told he was a mess of an ancient elf, dumped on the midden after the Council had used him for years. “You old charmer,” Horann had smiled at the elf. “What are you called?” “Jenaris,”the old elf had said. “Your name?” “Sentara,” Horann lied with ease. There was no need for the Council to know they had visited the place and the scholars and tutors they had been assigned to would have been disappointed at best, downright angry at worst. “Sentara,” the old man repeated. “A beautiful name for a beautiful elf. I have to admit, your looks are unique, especially your eyes,” Jenaris had said.

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Jack eyes him up and down, “Six—what? six four? six five? Two hundred ten pounds? Sound about right?” The Horned God nods. “What name do you want?” “In the past, I have been called, ‘Fearadhaigh’.” All four of us sit silent. “You want to spell that, please?” My father spells the name. “It means father of fairies.” “Uh-huh,” Jack nods, unimpressed. “It’ll do for a surname. Anything else—you know, polite—you’ve been called?” “Finn’s mother called me Warren—her protector.”

I know it came out gruff, but I wasn't in the mood for half-truths or protecting me from what was going on. It seemed for the first time in my life I was about to get the whole story up front without having to go hunting for it myself. Wonders never ceased. "You noticed she renamed Meira with a prefix." Sassy head-butted my sister gently. "Hathenemeira is a mix of Haralthazar and Henemordonin, your father and grandfather." Meira's hand stroked his fur as he met her eyes. "Both noble names she can be proud of." "But me?" I caught Dad's jaw grinding as he stared at the stone floor while Sassy turned to me.

"Now, to your question..." “Sorry,” I interrupted. Forget I asked. "I'll be quiet and try not to disturb you." I've only been supernatural for seven years, a fleeting moment for these two men. Sometimes this knowledge hit me in the face. “No, no, I didn't mean to scold you, I just wanted to explain how reticent you often come across when asking about our stories. Underfoot is a common name for gnomes. Dwarves used to live underground; some are still living. So, Underfoot is a surname indicating the place of residence. This is similar to the human nicknames Carpenter or Weaver, names that indicated the person's occupation. This is all."