Novel & Cerita Arwen Legolas

The clearing shifted to invite the sparkling moonlight in the dark forest. There was some rustling, and gigantic oaks and cedars and others appeared in the clearing, mouths hanging open, unable to believe. "Aelanor?" an old voice wheezed. "Is that you, Eriobuild?" "Yes, my child. You have come back!" Aelanor ran blindly through the trees and the ents, who moved away to let her pass, and hugged the great tree guardian. Tears flowed freely from her eyes as her other friends from childhood formed a circle around her, looking happier than they must have been in decades.

Oh this bastard, he made me almost lost my heartbeats. Actually, I don't mind being in this moment, it's just that the problem is the fact that I haven't showered in days and I'm sure I must look terrible right now. For a moment we let this silence continue, creating various questions in my mind why Arthur was acting this melancholy. “You alright?” I ventured to ask him. He didn’t answer. His eyes stare at mine, His two eyes flashed a shady and piercing gaze which made me not move from my position who was also looking at him.

The room is completely silent. "Same symbols," Arwen says quietly. Not a question. "Exact match," Marcus says. "Every one of them."

In the early morning sun, Elaine could still see Andrew's grin as he left her in the shadows of the night. “You idiot,” The knight murmured, fingering the bright gold letters of the book, thinking she should have let him kiss her for what he’d done. Both so frustrating and yet the salvation of her people, “You wonderful idiot.” Elaine took a seat in the wooden chair, her hand opening the age-old book. Eyes scanned the countless names and gifts of fire, ice, and even wind. Some could speak into minds, and those who were so powerful they could bring down kingdoms or even end the 200’s year war.

Lady Tory’s face darkened instantly, her composure cracking for just a heartbeat. I let my smile soften. “But don’t worry,” I added. “I wouldn’t dream of stealing your moment. After all… some crowns are heavier than they look.” Her nostrils flared, but Aragorn lifted a hand, silencing her. “That’s enough bickering,” he said. But I noticed it... the faint twitch at the corner of his lips. Amusement. He enjoyed watching me spar with her. “Now,” Aragorn continued, sweeping a hand toward his allies, “since you’ll be standing at my side today, you might as well be properly introduced, to one of my most trusted ally, Eva.”

Gon sauntered towards the Witch Queen to bend down to her level and whisper some words into her ear which made her spring up to her feet, her face flushed a bit red. "Thank you," she whispered to him. "It was embarrassing for me to do that." she added which made Gon shrug as he went back to Dark and soon everyone stood up to their feet, including Aragorn. Aragorn couldn't believe that he was among those who had obeyed Gon's order to bow before him and he did. He was disgusted with himself for not fighting too hard to break whatever spell Gon must have placed on them. What just happened made him realize if what his father had told him about not fighting with Dark was true. He huffed, he hadn'

Gwen I climbed down from my horse and ran blindly in the snow. Arrows darken the sky like a swarm of deadly hornets, raining down upon the combatants with relentless fury. Shields clash as soldiers form a shield wall, bracing against the onslaught. Swords flash in the sunlight, carving through the chaos with deadly precision. Amidst the chaos, champions emerge, their valour shining like beacons in the midst of darkness. But they are slaughtered. They rally their comrades, leading charges and striking down foes with legendary prowess. Yet, even the bravest warriors falter in the face of overwhelming odds.

He held them close, the fabric whispering secrets of moments shared and promises broken. Among the remnants of their life together, Arthur's gaze fell upon a collection of hairpins, delicate and ornate in their design. They were once her adornments, a reflection of her grace and beauty, now discarded like relics of a forgotten past. Each pin held memories untold, a silent testament to the love he had forsaken. As he sifted through the remnants of his folly, Arthur's heart grew heavy with sorrow. He had believed Ron's lies, his mind clouded by jealousy and suspicion. In his rage, he had destroyed not only Lenna's belongings but also the trust that had bound them together.

All heads turned to the slender Elven Queen. She looked up into the warm eyes of Lord Beluar, "He didn't say goodbye." Lorcan snorted, "Shall we?" General Aengus raised his hand and let it drop, releasing the waiting Elven warriors. They burst from the thick, ancient forest as silent as the midnight wind, and twice as fast. Beluar's forces cheered at the sight, and began fighting with renewed strength. With one stern look from the King, Boru placed himself between the Queen and the battle. Niamh growled at the injustice.

Lilith was about to smile but her face turned sour when she saw a baby in his arms and she became red in anger as different thoughts began to ran though her mind. Whose baby was that ? Wait ? Don't tell me the baby belongs to him ? So he was serious afterall when he claimed Arwen as his lover that night as the ceremony of the King and Queen of hell. Arwen was his lover !!!! He wasn't lying when he said that. “ Wait ? Don't tell me you had this child with Arwen ” She said still in shocked as she stared at the baby who was busy sucking on his thumb not aware of her presence yet.