Bain Hobbit Novels & Stories

"Hobbit is one of the 7 dwarves?" Mr. Anton asks laughing and Oliver must be about to pass himself off laughing so hard. "No... it's... from the movie Lord of the Rings," Oliver says between laughs. "Yeah..." Mr. Anton says and starts laughing. "I may not be a giant, but I'm pretty! You're a mess, Oliver." I say angrily, sitting down on the bench. "Easy, little one..." He says laughing and I'm grateful when I see that we've just arrived at the airport.

Not even if it means that I won’t be safe. I’m just confused by all of this, but Roshan is going to give me answers. As we walk through the town, I realize it’s not as small as I once thought. The dirt path turns to cobblestone and the houses, hidden beneath the trees, get larger and larger. A castle that is built into the side of the mountain catches my eye and all I can do is blink. This is entire town is like something straight out of The Hobbit. I’m just waiting for them to tell me there’s a dragon bathing in gold inside.

Why does it feel like they are speaking in parables and riddles meant to keep me in the dark, circling around truths I am not supposed to understand yet? My mind races with these questions, each one pulling at my already frayed nerves and making my small body feel even smaller in this vast, intimidating space. I can feel the cold sweat forming on my palms and the hunger gnawing at my insides. “It wasn't. Nothing will be traced back to you, boss.” Jacquard assures him, his voice steady but carrying an undercurrent of tension that I can sense in the way his fingers tighten slightly around my hand. “Have him bathed, clothed and fed well. Then send him up to his room for now.” Bambam says as he

I finally finish at 11 and greet todd before leaving. I move towards the black, rusty and old Harley Davidson bike and start to drive home. I can't wait to see Bilbo, the last time I saw him was this afternoon when I picked him up after school. After 5 minutes I pull up to the house. The only house I could afford was an small, old-ish, wooden house right at the end of the town. The house was very close to the forest, but it didn't bother me, since I loved to run in the forest. I walk up the stairs and unlock the door. Just as I finish unlocking it. Bilbo pulls the door open and jumps into my arms. I stumble back a bit, but stabilize myself and hug his small frame back. Noah is only 6 now, ye

It was as if she had a needle stab right through her. She was face to face with the man that chased her all the way from the alley. He looked disgusting under the yellow light. Willow assumed his teeth were a dark shade of yellow but under the light they looked brown with spots of black. His black eyes narrowed ,as he squinted at her . His long beard and dirty brown hair blew wildly in the wind. He looked as if he was a washed up pirate and this made Willow shiver. The only things he missed was an eye patch and a wooden stump for a leg.

His voice was like scraping knives Disregarding the skin desperately in need of moisturizer, I instantly hated Dumah. “He isn't Miss Manners either,” I scoffed. “So what are you? A Nazgul? Is Samael Sauron and I some wayward hobbit?” Dumah wheezed with laughter. “ITS BRAINS ARE ADDLED, I SEE. KNOCK IT ABOUT ONE TOO MANY TIMES ON THE DEATHBED, ROT LORD?”

I asked like a child asking their parents if they could have a new toy and he chuckled in response. “I have an idea,” he looked away from me and to the ground beside him before he said “Hex,” and a short man appeared out of thin air beside him. I jumped backward on my bed and pushed myself against the wall. How the fuck?! “This is my minion,” he said and the small demon beside him bowed to me without speaking. Damien turned to him and said, “I want you to see if she has the same gift as you to read minds.”

Bo breathed deeply, admiring his partner as he did. “Well, what can I tell you? Life in the wide world goes on much as it has in this past age, full of its own comings and goings, scarcely aware of the existence of Hobbits,” Oscar pauses. “For which I am very thankful.” The smaller man lifts his hand, setting it on the side of Bo’s face and trailing his fingertips through his hair. Bo turns his head, kissing Oscar’s palm softly. “Gandalf the Gray. Eight minutes and fifty five seconds into the Fellowship of the Ring.” Bo mumbles the words against Oscar’s palm.

I was surprised she knew the "Have Gun, Will Travel" reference, but she said that she loved Richard Boone's voice ever since she heard him as Smaug in the 1977 animated version of "The Hobbit." Then she scolded me and said I should not change the subject, she was learning here.

"On the outside, not much to look at. They aren't buildings in the typical sense. They're large mounds of earth. But when you enter...it's like being in a whole city underground. Sithens are living representations of wild Magick. Rooms change, hallways take you to endless places, there are gardens and whole biomes." The carriage slowed to a stop, and Bailey pressed to the carriage door. Gemma was right. They were outside a huge mound of earth that wouldn't be out of place in a fairy tale. There was a large round door set into the side of the hill. "Very Hobbit-chic." The door to the carriage opened suddenly and Bailey fell out into Tobin's arms. The heat she had felt with Beckett fanned into