I have been working on the actual language for Giedilith for EIOB. Fun fact, in the films the language is described as Harkonnen, which, yeah, checks out. They would be narcissistic enough to name their language after their name. But I truly loved the visual of Giedilith. Lilith also means belonging to the night and is associated with biblical themes. And I love secret meanings. So, here is the language! It is a work in progres and I will update it periodically, but otherwise here ya go! ;)
Naroth zelkrin mevithin roshivvak?
Would you let me have you?
Velliväri.
Black cat.
Vilshantarum.
House of Conquest.
Agvárok / agvárok'd.
Fuck / fucked.
Ranakthas.
To become.
Amein vut mir.
I love you.
Vyro’zeth.
Undying.
Umbral.
Steadfast.
Zelkrin lothariv devil.
Let us escape together.
Väritin kullak.
Black flower.
Shantarnetil.
City of Dreamers.
Agvárokas veltro.
Fuck off.
Iltira ranakthas.
To become stronger.
Amein dhav thir.
I cherish you.
Vilinaroth roshen.
Would you dance with me?
Mevithin vilshantarum.
House of love.
Naroth Giedilithas?
Will you speak Giedilith?
Vut mir angor.
Love conquers all..
Zelkrin varanthar.
Let us explore.
Värihaumé.
Black Forest.
Shantarus olom.
City of secrets.
Agvárokathas.
To make love.
Ranakthas zedil.
To become wise.
Amein shal grethir.
I adore you.
Vilshantarum kaezil.
House of warriors.
Iltira naroth envel?
Would you sing for me?
Amein zelkrinathil.
Let me be with you.
Väritin roshviel.
Black sunset.
Zelkrin tharúl.
Let us dream.
Shantarus vaerdel.
City of the lost.
Agvárokar shadil.
Intense passion.
Ranakthas ilithia.
To become free.
Amein zelkrinah ralthas.
I want to be with you forever.
Vilshantara zelshad.
The conqueror’s house.
Iltira zelkin árla?
Will you dream with me?
Shantarus vilamor.
City of the poets.
Zelkrin veratha.
Let us discover.
Agvárodil zelshar.
Passionate heart.
Ranakthas zelanthil.
To become one with nature
Amein shantarus ralthil.
I cherish the city.
Iltira zelkrin shadathas?
Do you desire passion?
Amaranthine zelkrin veratha olathin kiröthas.
Let us embark on an eternal journey under the fiery sky.
Värisol zelkrin verilína ránarithas ärurivil.
In the sunset of love, we shall embrace each other under the black rays.
Shantarus zelkroth shanahrin athilidin zalathin.
In the city of the brave, courage and honor shall prevail forever.
Thank god the Giedilith phrasebook comes into rescue. Now we can speak the Harkonnen way ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆
It is a blessing to have such a devoted author to this fan fic.
Eurydice tilts her head up, brushing her nose against his in featherlight affection.
“Amein vut mir,” Feyd-Rautha murmurs.
Eurydice exhales softly, a shiver coursing through her body as she presses her cheek against his own.
He holds her closer, his arms a protective shield around her. Once more, the world fades into oblivion. There are only the two of them to be found within this hapless void.
“Don’t try to die for me again,” Eurydice says.
“What a glorious way to die.”
“I forbid it,” Eurydice says, pulling back so their eyes can meet once more. “Promise me you won’t try anything moronic like that again.”
“Moronic, velliväri?”
“You made an oath to me,” Eurydice says, her hands raising to cup his jaw. “Make me this promise, too, that you will live for me.”
Feyd-Rautha threads his fingers through her hair, toying with them. “Always.”
— Chapter 33, “Echoes in Our Blood” by @vulpine-spectacle on AO3.
