Tolkien Dwarven Language Novels & Stories

Luka started, but Theoden spoke first. “I remember.” His voice was low, calm. But it hit the clearing like thunder. His warriors froze. Luka’s brow furrowed. “Remember what?” Darius, still catching his breath, frowned. “What the hell are you talking about?” Theoden inhaled slowly. Then—he looked them in the eye. “My name is Theoden.” Silence. A heavy, unnatural stillness. Luka took a step back. Darius let out a breath—a disbelieving, almost stunned laugh.

I wonder what stories they tell. “Announce us.” Amnesi addresses the beautiful female Elf by the closed door we stand before. With many more details intricately carved in, I admire the craftsmanship. Birds, animals, dragons and elves… There are also runes and scriptures from a language I do not understand. Was this done by dwarves? They’re known to be master craftsmen. I’m cut off from my imagination when the Elf comes back out, holding the door open for us.