Tolkien Elvish Translator Novels & Stories

he said sarcastically. "You are welcome," Rumi said without taking her eyes off Cando. "You knew Sarah?" Cando asked with wide eyes. "Grew up with her," Gwen said with a shrug. "And I realized what a beautiful liar she was, so back to my question, who is Aelfric?" "The king of the elves and dwarfs." Kando responded. "We are his creation. His masterpieces. We became like him, though not in the magic aspect." he added a second later.

I asked him, quite interested in their history for once. “No, they were elfs.” He was confusing me. “Plural of elf?” “Yes.” “Wait,” said Maurice, stepping in front of me. “The plural of elf is elves. Elf, elves, elven.” “Elfen,” said the shaman. “No,” insisted Maurice, “Hey!” he shouted at the roof. “Whoever’s in charge of the translating device, you got it wrong.” “Is this really that important?” I asked him. The look he gave me suggested it was.

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.

She ran out of the kitchen. “Nallon sí var.” He said. “Manen síve?” She replied. “Ú- vilda!” He looked pissed. “What hunters?” Hilda looked up at them. Aethon and Petra looked shocked. “Is that Sindarin?” Hilda stood up. “No, it's not.” “How did you..” Petra turned to her. “I am a demon, we understand a lot of languages.” She smiled. “Oh! It's Quenya! Ancient language of the elves!”

He said pointing at the tiny words and numbers on the book. I stared hard at it, not making anything out of what was written there. "Is this supposed to be English?" I asked him. "Actually, no." He said. I know it because even the numbers seemed strange. "Then what is it?" I asked him. "An old elven language. Back then, only secret members were allowed to become librarians. This way if someone sneaks in, they would waste time searching until they get caught." He said to me, "Like both of us." I muttered.

Observing the key, he take closer look and said, “It is a language, but I never read anything like this.” “Exactly, because the Elven were forgotten by five hundred years already. This must be an elven language!” Elm was so excited, he was practically jumping on the bed. “Good job Elm.” I rewarded him with a kiss on his lips, and even full on make out on the bed, with Aaron and Zephyr staring at us. When we were done fooling around, I smile at the two of them and winked, “You need to find something to get a reward too.”

"Yeah, sweetheart?" Elias hesitated, teeth worrying his lower lip. "I... I heard something. After. When I was falling asleep." Lucian’s hand stilled on his back. "What did you hear?" "It was...words. Not English. Not anything I recognize. But I understood them. Sort of." Lucian pulled back just enough to see his face, his expression sharpening immediately. "Tell me," he said. Elias closed his eyes and tried to remember. "Valarieth... ien kal’dros... ien savern varak," he whispered.

Not the court's attention , the real kind, the kind that arrived when something had earned it. "That's what made you come here," he said. "To Vael." "Vampire legal texts are the only living body of pre-modern legal language that hasn't been filtered through colonial translation frameworks," she said. "Every other tradition has been mistranslated so many times the original meaning is layers deep." She paused. "The original anchor law. The fourth section. The word selveth. There are twelve hundred years of legal force in that word that the standard transliterations have never touched."

It was the first time they met a blasphemous self like this man. As a result, they looked at him with great horror. "Let me meet your leader, you glorified vegetarian. Or I will fucking... I don't know, destroy the trees?" Heinrich was not sure what insult was appropriate for them and what threat would be effective to them. But all of those prideful Elves immediately scurry away to report to their leaders as if Heinrich's foul and ungodly mouth was enough to frighten them. Not long after, a tall High Elf with longer ears and long white hair arrived. He looked down at Heinrich, his expression showing anger. "I am Nelaric, General of the Elven Army."

Drake’s eyes lit up when he saw the book, the blazing orange was hard to look at but was mesmerizing all the same, “The path of the one and the end of the thirteen, I never thought I would get to see it,” “You can be the one to translate, I never was good with enochian,” Ellie said with a smile as she slid the book to the entrancing Dragon-shifter, “So, you're really going to give us a history lesson, right now?” questioned Valaria as her amethyst eyes darted between Drake and Ellie,