Arwen Legolas Novels & Stories

I watched them helplessly as tears filled my eyes, mimicking the tears I saw in Nat’s eyes. Merlius turned to me and said: “We love you, Aralyn; this is not your fault. Remember that.” I was just about to scream and beg for their lives when a handful of warriors in Wengarthrian battle attire, yet different from the one worn by Meeran and Macabantran warriors, jumped out of nowhere in the middle of the arena.

He states. "You're wolf is majestic. I felt safe around him." I sigh and tilt my head backwards. "I still don't know what to name my wolf, and don't you dare say Canisa." I warn and he lets out a chuckle. I don't think he knows how sexy that is. "How about Lupita?" he says "That sounds like Aaron's wolf's name." I state. "Morgan. Short for Morgana." He says and I smile, nodding at him.

"Not yet. I still need time to get to her. Her mind is not ready." They were about to open the topic on how to deal with the present problem in the family when Fedor interrupted them. "Sir Vanluke, Sir Danil, forgive my intrusion. Miss Ara is here to speak with you both." Vanluke immediately searched with his eyes until it focused on the very being of the woman he would take for as a wife. "Ara. How long have you been there?" Ara's eyes were blank. Her expression is pokerfaced. Her long brown locks of hair are a bit messy spread behind her back and shoulders. She has a coffee brown scarf protecting her from the cold. "Not a few seconds ago."

The battle had taken a toll on them all, and the odds seemed even more daunting in the face of Gandalf's relentless strength. Amidst the intense battle between the werewolves and Gandalf, the injured Arlo lay on the ground, groaning as he slowly regained his senses. Lavinia swiftly moved to his side, her healing abilities already in action as she worked to mend his wounds. Despite the chaos unfolding around them, Lavinia's focus remained unwavering, her determination to protect her fellow pack members fueling her efforts.

I looked at both men, wondering how to get out of this. Unfortunately, the strange man spoke. “I am Olpheus, the last pure blood of the Elves.” he announced, stepping closer to me and my heart raced. “I have come to take my beloved home.” He smirked at Ian It was the wrong thing to say. Ian’s eyes twitched, and he snarled at me, “You whore, so this is what you have been doing? Sleeping around … sleeping around with monsters behind my back?” whore? My mouth parted in disbelief and my brain lagged.

she asked nonchalantly, almost friendly in her tone. "Of course, Luna," the leader responded promptly, stepping forward with his troupe of hunters falling in line behind him. Swift, ruthless, and dreadfully loyal, their presence sent a shiver down Hugo's spine. Arwen cried out, trying to break free from Hugo's protective hold. "Wait!" she pleaded, gasping for breath. "Don't do this! I'll do anything..." Her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. "Just please don't harm my husband or daughter."

Arwen in the background, looking at the camera with serious gray eyes. “This is from your family’s holiday card. Fifteen years ago.” Evelyn zoomed in on young Arwen’s face. “You have the same eyes, same bone structure. Different coloring now, of course. But the foundation is there.” Arwen’s hands were shaking. “What do you want?” “The truth.” Evelyn put away her phone. “Where is Isolde? Why are you pretending to be her?” “I can’t...”

Elora’ POV Arwen howled in joy like I never saw her do. She was jumping up and down like crazy and was obviously elated at that moment. And then, she answered, ‘Aragorn is my spirit mate. He was Dominic’s sleeping wolf.’ “Aragorn…” I uttered the name once again, feeling the movements of my lips as the sound escaped my mouth. What a lovely name for a spirit wolf.

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"

But as the figures drew closer, the wind carried their scent to me…wild, rugged, and unmistakably rogue… but not hostile. It was none other than Garran, and beside him…beautiful, deadly, and with her braids flying wildly behind her…Arwen. They had come, and spark of renewed hope swept through my chest. Garran’s army…far smaller than ours but fiercely disciplined…smashed into Domanek’s flank with devastating force. Wolves leapt, snarled, and sank their teeth into rogue throats. Arwen herself charged straight onto a massive demonic rogue alpha, ripping into him with a ferocity that startled even our seasoned warriors.