Sindarin Names Novels & Stories

Chapter 48 Reception, The Younger Merlings Nerissa spotted the next brother she wanted to introduce to her mates and called him over using his mertongue name. Merfolk had various versions of their names in different languages. Each name was represented by symbols in merscript, which corresponded to sounds in the English alphabet. When spoken in sirenchant, it sounded just as it was spelled. Sirenchant, however, was not widely used, and most merfolk, including Joe and Bryan, only spoke names in sirenchant and did not fully understand the language.

Vine ordered but Vane growled. “He is not wild, he is cute.” “There is no correlation!” “Then I will domesticate him then.” Vane replied. “Shall we?” Vine sighed, leaving his twin and his new pet. “Of course, Cirdan replied. “Can we know your names?” Vine asked, Cirdan tensed. “My name is Cirdan, son of Ared. The prime minister for the folks.” “And your mate?” Vine asked, turning to look at me.

Someone raised the question. “Haha! Who am I?” His chuckle resounded throughout the mountain range. “It’s been so long. I’ve almost forgotten my name. In the past, some people liked to call me Sin, and some liked to call me the Demon. However, I prefer the name Sinclair Jonah.” “I-It’s the Aboda Race’s Primogenitor!” Zeno gasped. James asked, “Who’s that?”

He wants to forget the most and feels embarrassed every time his name is brought up. "Haha... It's okay. How long she doesn't know your real name, isn't that more annoying?" Obviously James thinks logically. And what he said has a point. “No really.” If like this it's useless to stop James telling the story, so Sihan gave up already. Besides, Elyn felt a little guilty and stupid if she didn't know her friend's name. “The name given by his parents was Saint Handry. Sihan felt the name was too big and heavy with a moral meaning, so Anthony shortened his name to Sihan.”

"Tell me human, who are you and how did you get here?" Ron, who was still pondering over the identity of this spirit Elf, gasped. He finally got it! The Royal Family!!! Zedekiel, Ludiciel, Mariel, Tariel, Sariel, Their names all sounded alike. He remembered that he had once read in a book that the Elfin Royal Family have a tradition of naming their children after dead members of the Royal Family so that they will always be remembered.

assistant"> The female giant raised her eyebrow even higher. “Little girl, my name is Farbauti—not ‘hey.’ And I’m sorry, but I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else. I have only one son, no daughter.” Farbauti! Wasn’t that the great general of Jotunheim? How could it be a woman? “Oh.” Frigg faltered, her tone weakening. “Then do you know the name of the woman my father found here?” “I used to get along fairly well with Nótt,” Farbauti said with a faint smile, taking a delicate sip of tea with her crimson lips. “But you are nothing like her. Do you expect me to find a trace of your father in your crude demeanor and guess his name from that?”

The horse nearest her reared up on his hind legs nearly throwing his rider off his back. “Bloody hell! Identical brothers, trees that burn on a clear, cool evening, and women who appear from thin air! MacInnis is as cursed as the stories say!” “I be Sinclair,” Isobel said, unable to hide the chatter of her teeth, “where be Eleanor now?” Gair scowled at Izzy’s rejection of his clan name. What did Sinclair have to offer her that she would prefer it to his name? She said it was not her home, but she still called herself by that name.

Christine did not dare to drink this tea, who knew how long it had been. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Galadriel," the high elf said. "Galadriel?" Christine was shocked, because the queen of the high elves was also called Galadriel, and if it was the queen, she might not be alive today. "It's the same name," Galadriel explained. Christine nodded to indicate that she understood. But there must be a reason why the High Elf could not possibly give her descendants the same name as Queen Galadriel.