Aragorn/legolas Novels & Stories

And so did her long and thick eyelashes that even if you say he's a few steps away from where she was, are still visible to Daniel. The contrast of her dark lashes and eyebrows is very nice with the color of the woman's eyes. And it also fits her blonde hair. She is also tall with a slim figure, which is probably one of the reasons why Ara also decided to wear flat shoes. After all, it fits her beautiful legs and her feet are like a doll's feet. Very lovely. Ara ... A very pretty name for a very beautiful woman like her. And he can't be wrong, maybe this is also the woman he saw walking earlier in the quadrangle. As well as the one on the roof deck, he was not sure if this was also what he s

To love and protect the princess, they all love it but who can say…that maybe this love will grow and the love his father taught him would change. Luna looked at the gray bracelet that resembled the color of a moon in the sky, just like her eyes. It has a half moon pendant, "Thank you, I am so thankful because I have a friend like you. I love you, Arayan." Arayan scratched his head and smiled. "I love you too, Luna. There are many of us who loves you, but always remember that I love you more than they do." Despite the nervousness he felt he was still able to wink at the princess.

After an attack by rogues, Angel, at the age of 6, was orphaned by his mother and was sent by his father to live with his uncle in England. Behind, he leaves the alpha's children, his best friends. After 12 years, when he finally returned to the pack that saw him born, Angel was no longer the little kid who left but a beautiful boy with blond hair and light eyes, tall, strong, and athletic. After a rogue attack, Angel loses his mother. At the age of 6, he is sent by his father to live with his uncle in England. Behind, he leaves the alpha's children, his best friends. After 12 years, when he finally returned to the pack that saw him born, Angel was no longer the little kid who left b

"Didn't that seven year old then become your best friend?" "Yeah. Three weeks' after you shouting at him, he actually introduced himself to me. His name was Luca but he left the pack when he was seventeen after he found his mate. I don't know where he is these days," I sighed. I was happy that Luca was living happily somewhere and that he had his mate, he managed to get out before the destruction was upon us. "He's part of Darkness. He's a guard for Alpha James," Link replied and just like that I wasn't so happy that he was alive. "Luca Cooper, right?"

Or maybe I was turning into one of these loony bins. Legolas was probably the average weirdo with mommy issues. I must remind him of his mom or something equally gross. You heard me; he was Christian, the Legolas from The trilogy we all know and loved. I heard the King himself did the deed. Aragorn, a burly scary mother-fucker, who is head nurse/guard. In this, prison forced upon me. Not one of my own making, at least I don't think so.

No, you're not," thought Marcus, arms folded and watching the red-haired man with the slightest blink of an eye. -My name is Ruan," said the other, this blond and very cool in his coarse hair and black eyes, "and I am for you as for me. It was this phrase that was irritating Marcus a lot, but he would never show how much this damn code messed with his jealousy. Good thing this is the last one. -My name is Michael," he reminded her of Aragorn from The Lord of the Rings, even in the color and style of his hair and eyes, "and I am to you as myself.

Iliya smiled wholeheartedly as she set her eyes on her father and greeted with a bow, with two knees on the ground. Lord Eradnel stood with a smile, though he was old enough to be weak, his strength was as fresh as youth. The Lords of the Elves were blessed with a partial immortality, but so less so that there would always be new Lords. "What a pleasant surprise. Stand, my daughter, Legolas Elanaoragorn rejoices today. Come!" She rushed Into his arms and he kept her in his warm, loving and comforting bossom. "I have missed you so much, father"

Even amidst this torment, there is a sense of purpose—a resolution to mend what has been shattered, to reclaim what is rightfully ours. Our journey through the woods is not just an escape but a vow to fight for Amara, to correct the wrongs that have led us here. Fenrir’s ferocity is a testament to our resolve, and together, we will find a way to heal and bring her back. The darkness of the forest mirrors the shadows within my heart, but with Fenrir by my side, we will navigate through this despair and emerge stronger than ever.

His wolf eyes burned with pure intensity, one that sent shivers running down my spine. I have never been more afraid than I am at the moment. I tried to reason with him to reach the human inside the wolf, but he was too far gone. "Lyra," familiar voices call out. His brothers appeared from afar, and my vision was barely able to discern who was who. The pain in my wrist was growing as Sage dug his claws further into my wrist. "Sage!" One of them yelled. I'm not sure what happened, but the last thing that I saw was feeling a human hand pick me up after getting Sage off of me before I blacked out.

Her hand twitched at her side, and for a moment, she couldn’t breathe. But Aragorn’s amused chuckle cut through her spiral. “Well, this is interesting,” Aragorn drawled, his eyes glinting with malicious delight as he sized Nicklaus up. “The mighty Nicklaus, chasing shadows in the middle of the night, only to stumble upon the truth himself.” Nicklaus’s gaze snapped to him. “Truth?” He laughed bitterly, taking a slow step forward, his eyes boring into Aragorn’s. “Tell me what you’re doing with my wife, Aragorn, right now.”