Sindarin Names Novels & Stories

As we pass the magical creatures, Jess looks at the Salynx in confusion. “A Salynx is a mix between a Sable and a Lynx; sometimes it’s more Lynx than Sable but it’s mostly Sable Lynx.”, I explained to her. Continuing walking until we could see Mr. Sapping; Mr. Sapping is a half-breed, dark elves; this can get mixed up with Svartálfar, which is black elves. Many people are wary of dark elves, but since he’s the only one who sells potions, the town isn’t too wary of him.

This was something else—something dark, a shimmering blue like deep ocean before a storm. “What’s your name?” she asked gently, crouching to meet his gaze. The boy blinked, as if the question confused him. “Now? Or before?” She felt a chill creep down her spine. “Start with now.” “Tamrin,” he whispered. “And before?” His lips parted. A breath. Then: “Kaelun.” Thalen’s head snapped up. “That name is from the sealed records.” Sariah turned to him. “You know it?”

All Madonie wanted to celebrate and make this Christmas special for their new princes and princesses. We’ve been often asked which heirs were mine, but we never tell. Sure, we gave Caspian and Aragon my surname, while our girls Amaryllis and Éowyn have Darren’s. But that’s not common knowledge. And I don’t know if I’ll keep it that way. I’ve considered updating their official birth certificates to Delaney-D’Amore for all four.

Sarai reassured, as she took Visenya’s hand and guided it to her belly, allowing her to feel the gentle movements. A smile played on Visenya’s lips, “Starting to get restless in there, I see.” Sarai nodded, her hand resting atop Visenya’s as they both experienced the baby’s kicks together. “Your father and I have been discussing names,” Sarai shared, her voice filled with joy. ‘For a boy, we’ve chosen Cillian. And for a girl, we’ve settled on Synora.” Visenya’s eyes lit up, a sense of certainty washing over her. “I have a strong feeling it’s a girl. And Synora… it’s a beautiful name. I love it.”

I said. “The names of my half-sons are Zavis, Liam, Fynn, Malax, Zavr, Victr, Erix, Codex, Sawyr & Horris” I said. “The names of my half-daughters are Hellys, Volena, Nora, Soloris, Tylia, Meno, Grila, Gtrin, Atut, Erei, Geiw & Zreari” I said “The names of my nephews are T’wan Ji-Yeon, Ya Si’u, Ryuk Se-Hoon, Song Jun-Chul, Si’u U-Jin, Tae Ch’a-Seong, Son Songhyon-Sun & Ae Kyo-Ju” I said

“Your names. Sigwulf, for example. It’s an Ulfwyn name that means Victorious Wolf.” Sigwulf shrugged. “It’s also an old name and heard all over Kalthar these days. Just not as commonly as is was when I received the name.” Hrodgar nodded once and continued. “Kemp translates into Warrior, in Ulfwyn. Even our wee Princess, Astrid Nara means Goddess of the Rising Sun and Dear One. Just an observation.” He scratched at his beard. Kenward chuckled at some joke only he could see as he watched the byplay of people’s faces.

Nope, not even compliments. Thorin, for some reason, was blind to it all. He excitedly extended his hand toward Jade, as though hoping she would shake it, and exclaimed, “Good evening, beautiful! I’m Thorin Gerard—oh yeah, you heard right! Thorin means thunder, just like the god of thunder! And Gerard means spear-hard! Put them together and you’ll get a hunk like the god of thunder with a super-hard spear, if you know what I mean!” Jade eschewed sparing Thorin even a scornful snicker and turned away from him. The only reason she had not leaped to her feet and stormed away yet was because she wanted to save Edelgard and Luca’s dignity.

Then looking back at the two elves he added, "Don't you agree gentlemen?" "Yeah." They said. I was so confused by what just happened that I dare look at Ren for some explanation, but he seemed as clueless as I am. I looked at Nate instead and found him looking back at me. Once he saw me looking, his gaze drifted down just below my nose and he blushed while looking away. Is he angry? The Queen of the Elves suddenly approached me and held my hands. "I heard a lot about you from the other kingdoms. My name is Queen Siera Feradin."

“That’s where the archives are kept.” “And where your family is,” I added softly. Fenrir nodded once. “Yes.” We stopped at the base of the steps. Two elven sentinels stepped forward, spears crossed. Their armor gleamed, their expressions unreadable. “Halt,” one said. “State your purpose.” Fenrir lifted his chin. “Fenrir Aerindor. Son of the Silver Crown. I request entry.” The sentinels froze. One of them stared openly now. “You were… exiled.”

"Good. So who you going to get to marry us on such short notice?" Haldir said, "It's not that kind of ceremony. We don't need anyone. Just us." He twisted his trunk as he slid his arm back around her and pulled her onto his lap. Mory kissed her way up his neck until she sucked in his bottom lip then she pushed her hand through his hair. "So what's my new last name going to be?" As his brows pulled down, and he twisted his lips to the side, Haldir looked over her face. He hadn't breathed that name into the world for years."Osulf."