Bain Hobbit Novels & Stories

“Because this is Blotter Manor, the Final Chapter.” Smash cut to their usual opening titles, and only then I noticed the small window on the bottom right corner of my screen, showing the live feed from a camera filming the box seat to show the four Haunters’ reactions. I clicked on it, curious, and found out it expanded a little. I left it like that, to keep an eye on Brandon. Well, sort of. His glasses reflected the big screen glow and his hat shadowed the rest of his face his stubble didn’t hide. You know, like back in the good old days. The next shot was him by the Quabbin, standing by the shore of my little pebble beach, hands in his pockets, looking ahead. He spoke like addressing the r

"You don't get to feel guilty for other people's choices. Marcus chose greed. The hunters chose money. I chose to protect what's mine. None of that is on you." "It doesn't feel that way." "It will. Eventually." His hand found my thigh, squeezed once. "The bond will help. You'll start feeling what I feel. Understanding why I do what I do. Give it time." We rode for another thirty minutes before pulling off onto an unmarked dirt road. Trees pressed close, blocking out the moonlight, creating a tunnel of darkness. The safe house appeared... a cabin that looked abandoned but felt watched. Security cameras hidden in trees. Motion sensors buried in the ground. More defenses I probably couldn't see

I was not so silent following in his shadow, my shoes slipping in the mud and my cloak catching on twigs. “There were servants, but…” He shook his head. “They either don’t last long, or they’re not very friendly. There were some brethren in the forest, but they’re not same as around the castle here. They’re wilder, less trusting of humans. There was a hobgoblin that I was trying to win over. I’d bring him cakes from the village. They like honey…” He smiled slightly at a memory.

Who could forget? It had been such a lovely thing. "Do you want me to make you big again?" "I didn’t summon you. Go away.” "I’m bored." "Then go pester the fishes." He puffed out his chest. "I have important business." “What kind of business would a little demon have? Are you hunting an ant?" She laughed, her laughter tinkling through the night air. He rolled his eyes. “Shut up!” “Oh, I know, I know. You’re hunting hobbits." The woman smirked.

“Yeah. Little good it does, I don’t know what the hell he’s talking about.” Haldir huffed as he mulled it over. “I’d wager that little voice in your head has an important message.” Ben looked in his hand at the knife and chuckled. “Yeah that figures, doesn’t it? He’s probably popping off the secret to life and the directions to Atlantis and I don’t speak a damn word of the language.” Thorin chuckled out behind Ben as he took aim again. Ben closed his eyes and took a deep breath then opened them and threw the blade. It sunk deep into the stump, then the hard piece of tree fell in two before him.

There were fairy lights around the trees and bushes. "It's gorgeous." I smiled while admiring the view. "It is. This place is called, The Fairy Lake. I'm sure you can already tell why the name." He smiled. "Yeah, I never want to leave this place, it's so gorgeous, I want to cry of how beautiful it is." I was still admiring the view. I was mesmerized by it. "A warlock, make this place visible only for me and whoever I decide to bring here. " "Just like that?" I asked.

I wasn't interested in anything related to dating, or any other relationships besides the ones I already had. I had begun catching up on my Christmas shopping, buying gifts for my parents, Timmy, and Haylie. I had bought Timmy the typical things any ten year old boy would want in 2017; a Hot Wheels car set and a remote control car. But I also got him one of the only things he'd been begging me and my parents to buy for him: a Harry Potter Hogwarts Lego set. Timmy had been obsessing over anything Harry Potter ever since he got the book series for Christmas last year. He came running into the living room after he had taken the Sorting test online, screaming "I'M A GRYFFINDOR, I'M A GRYFFINDOR!

“Is this real? It’s just so perfect.” Haldir inched to Mory’s back then slid his arms around her waist. Pulling her round ass back to meet his thighs, Haldir covered her arms with his big leather covered hands. Pressing his nose into her warm knit hat, Haldir rubbed his lips against the soft merino wool threads as he searched for the comforting smell of a home he only dreamed of. “Very much real. I told you I knew a short cut, didn’t I?”

Bessy and Skylar snorted in annoyance when they throng got near, the group hesitated and just lingered nearby studying the girls with curious distrustful eyes. “They are so adorable,” Lillian laughed. A more brazen hobitoe summoned it’s courage and it went over to Lillian who patted it. The creature was not any larger than Rudolf. “That’s the leader Moyup,” Orbin smiled. Sure enough the other Hobitoes followed suit and surrounded Lillian eager to be patted also. Lillian couldn’t stop smiling and laughing. Mahali was pleased to see her friend happy. But she now eyed Orbin with interest:

The hag whispered, leaning in to whisper in my ear with her forked tongue so that I felt something slither on my neck briefly before her words sent a chill down the length of my spine. “I think it's a hybrid's done it, Mr. Bayes, a Magi. An abomination.” Ma Jules whispered and I inhaled a sharp, burning breath.