Bain Hobbit Novels & Stories

A read he knew too well that usually should not take more than a few hours had taken him four days but he chose not dwell on it and dwell on the fact that every step he took, was a step closer to home. He could feel fatigue creeping in, and the once-familiar path felt even more alien. As he continued on his journey, he heard a rustling in the bushes to his left. Before he could react, a group of goblins emerged, their eyes glinting with mischief. They were known for their trickery, greed and brutality. Dario had no time to waste, and attempted to sidestep them, but they were quick, surrounding him with cackles and jeers.

"I don’t like this quiet. It’s too still." "It’s the calm before the storm," Sienna murmured. "We need to be ready." Elior didn’t sleep. None of them did. The next day, they rode harder, faster, knowing time was slipping through their fingers. And by sunset, they saw it, the entrance to the Hall of Kings, carved into the mountain ahead. But they were not alone. Figures in dark robes stood at the entrance, torches in hand. The Forgotten Hand had beaten them there.

“Johnny get your wrinkly self over here, your stupid bell is not working again!” Icahbod frowed. “Is a woman bearing the name Johnny in this century?” “No, why would you ask that?” “You said we were coming to meet a woman.” “Oh yea, he is the one who will bring her to us, she is his daughter but you have to see the father first.” “Oh, ok.” Minutes later, Ichabod could hear a swift movement behind the shelves and out came a short man in a black tail coat and a large hat which made him look like all those wizards you see in movies like Harry Potter.

Cassie, glowing with new motherhood; Seraphina and Malthea, runes still smoldering on their palms; Cassian, standing proud; and Aragorn, wrapped in golden light. “Then we stand,” Bain said firmly. “And we shine.”

Zen explained. Goblins aren’t monsters with naturally gifted physical or spiritual talents. A hobgoblin evolution was considered uncommon, and brutes were rare. A goblin mage was a terrible foreshadowing because when there was a magician and not a shaman, they were more intelligent than hobgoblins. After dealing with a hobgoblin commander, Zen finally understood why Stoneberry Keep was suffering. The hobgoblin commander at the main camp keeping Gunter busy was merely a distraction. If the magician was the leader, everything they faced was most likely a decoy.

[59] ||Arling Arlington|| After the awkward silence at the sea side, Hardie insisted I should see a movie with him at the cinema. I was still speechless at his speech though but decide not to say a word cause it ’s driving me nut. The movie was a romance genre with a villain. At the end of the movie, the villain did not die but turn a new leaf. Gareth was the villain in our story but he d*ed with out reconciling with any of us. How irony!

Almost. Then, a scream ripped through the idyllic scene. A high, keening wail that sliced through the quiet like shattered glass. I slowly abandoned The Hobbit. From the safety of the porch door, I cautiously looked past my yard. My parents' house was nestled on the corner of two quiet residential streets, usually peaceful, so the ear-piercing cry rang like a bell of despair.

They surrounded me. I screamed when one suddenly rushed. I sat down again in fear. "I haven't taken a bath yet! I don't taste good!" I closed my eyes. If they eat me, I don't want to see them! But after a few minutes, I didn't feel anything from my body. When I started to open my eyes, the roar of the beast exposed me. "Damn this silver chain! It's going to screw me up again." He said, irritated. "They're not your friends?"

“Yes they are. I thought they might be from you.” He laughed and shook his head. “I’m not exactly a ‘rose’ kinda guy, but I’ll take you fishing and bait your hook for you.” “And take the twenty-pound bass off the line when I catch him?” Rebecca smiled and walked toward him, stopping on the other side of her desk.

she added, looking at me. "I don't see where we can go," I said, looking around the garden. "But I do," Octavia smiled and pulled me by the hand. "Where are you taking me?" I said, but she didn't answer and just walked on. A moment later, we reached a hill. Then I saw a small house that looked exactly like a Hobbit home. I had to gasp at the sight. As if it came straight out of Lord of the Ring, this house was half-hidden in a grassy hill, sheltered from the earth element and blending in seamlessly with its surroundings. It was a perfect getaway place I'd ever seen.