Tolkien Dwarven Language Novels & Stories

They failed to gain allies, even though they had come all the way here. These dwarves are black, that is thorough. Only their teeth are slightly yellow. Their bodies are as high as an adult's waist. Don't underestimate their physical strength, one dwarf is said to be able to lift 100 kilos. Also, their race is one of the best at making weapons.

He answered again in elvish. At the name Xipher, it seemed it sparked recognition in the man’s eyes. “Get down slowly and follow us.” He spoke again in elvish still pointing their weapons at us. I whispered to mom. “He is telling us to dismount to follow.” “You understand what is said?” She asked amazed. “I speak elvish, yes,” I answered as Xipher slowly helped us down. We left the dregons and began to follow as they surrounded us still pointing their weapons at us. “Not a trusting bunch are they.” My mother stated, and I only giggled.

"I will always be beside myself with the nature of your human ears. They are so round, like a cave-dwellers!" "They prefer the term dwarva or dwarves no, my lord." I pulled my sheets up to my lap because Lord Ingálvur's attention was wavering and Elder Fae didn't know the concepts of privacy and discretion. Knew I should have found some shorts to throw on, but I'd been so tired that I'd just thrown my clothes on the floor and crawled into bed. Getting shot point-blank in the stomach and having to heal it tended to take a lot out of a man.

Lihont whispered, his voice sounding extremely weird, like someone else was speaking through him. He raised his hands toward the full moon and began reciting some strange spells and scary chants. “Haulaurow Drequito bregavidaras Masstre tanwirop faeraq!” The words were from a language that no one could understand and the Dark Lord was the one whispering the words into Lihont's ear. The air around the mansion immediately became chilly, turning so cold that the breath of the soldiers in the field came out like white clouds.

The thought made her smile despite herself. The road narrowed as they entered more densely forested terrain. The lead dwarf began a traveling song in their native tongue, a deep, rhythmic chant that resonated through the wagon. The others joined in, their voices creating harmonies that seemed to rise from the earth itself. Patrina closed her eyes, letting the unfamiliar music wash over her. Another note for her research. Dwarven traveling songs appeared to serve both entertainment and practical purposes, keeping the group's pace steady and maintaining alertness.

I gave them a reassuring smile before they nodded hesitantly. Wendy walked to my side, pressed her palms to my hand, and closed her eyes before she mumbled something under her breath. “Jina hane eth igur,” Wendy uttered an unfamiliar language—perhaps the language of the dwarves. As soon as she pulled away from me, there was a vivid picture of a map that appeared in my head. My eyes widened in surprise as I turned to look at Wendy. “Thank you,” I said and Wendy curled her lips to a smile.

The vellum pages whispered as they turned, filled with an elegant, flowing script I could not decipher—the Old Elven tongue. "Our own libraries hold similar accounts of the legends surrounding K'tthar," Lorien explained, his long fingers ghosting over the script as if communing with the words themselves. "But this codex… this one is different." He continued through the pages, the rustling sound the only noise in the room, until he found his place. He paused, drawing a slow, deliberate breath.

the dwarf shouted at Drex. “Woof! Fine, I won’t force you. I just want to ask: what is this place? And what kind of creatures live here?” Drex asked. “You are in Green Land! The realm of the Elves!” “Elves? So this is their home? Incredible! Wow... this is amazing! Awoooooo!” Drex let out a howl that echoed through the entire estate. This strange sound, never before heard in the world of Elves, sent the dwarf into a panic. He scrambled further back into the tunnel.

I gave a false name and took my wizard robes off to blend into the general dwarvish community before I entered so I could remain anonymous. I left the inn from the back entrance three hours before sunrise just to ensure nobody saw me. I had a long journey ahead of me and the only place for me to go now was south. I had to make my way through the major dwarf cities to reach the human and orc territories. But that was the next best place to find the knowledge I needed. The humans have the most well-known wizards, sorcerers, and warlocks of all the races. They were also the only race that managed to stay in concentrated communities besides the elves and dwarves. Half-lings were forest dwellers

"gods, baby. You have no fucking idea how much power you have over me. I could come just from your scent alone." It takes effort to swallow. Focus Bethany. Don't be affected. I can't afford to get hot and bothered by anything they say tonight. I need to show them I'm not someone to fuck with ever again. Asad approaches, finally meeting my gaze as his tongue slips out to drag slowly across his lower lip. “Veyra Shunal ekto, na Thaloria’rel," he murmurs. Lunareth is a rare ancient language that was spoken by the first gods. I learnt it while I was being built into what I am.