Durin Hobbit Novels & Stories

“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?”

Matthew's eyes widened, as he looked at his master who was writhing in pain Erebor is the center of the Dwarves' Oxide Energy Jewel. It is a kingdom located in the far east. It has been settled by dwarves since ancient times. Its most important landmark is the only mountain, which is considered the castle of the Dark King, but he has not gone there since the last war between him and the kingdom of the jinn. There was no more time for him to ask, he quickly opened the Dark Gate, then teleported his master there

Where was Darren? The dragons told me that he was no longer on the battlefield and that he went searching for me. Somehow he’d vanished, and they were concerned he may have been captured. My mate would not have been easily captured. If he was taken, there would be evidence left behind. It would be hard to completely subdue him without a fight, especially with his immunity to most poisons. As I approached the main throne room, I felt a tiny hand place theirs on my arm. I looked down to see beautiful silver eyes and jet black hair. It was the little dragon prince, Thorin, who had taken a shine to me.

"I'll finally get the chance to catch up to you in The Hobbit. Where are you in the book?" "Bilbo just found the Arkenstone." "I'm at the barrel ride down the river," I said, but all I kept thinking was that our first time could have been during the day. I was barely spotting and could be finished by tomorrow. Mom was going to be home all day on Christmas, so we'd never get the chance then. I sighed and put my fork down. "What's wrong?" I didn't want to make a big deal about it. "Nothing." He raised an eyebrow at me while taking a bite out of his last piece of bacon. I gave him a thin smile and picked up our plates.

"It feels like we've only been in here for a few hours." "I know." "We had plenty of time." "I know." I stared upward in disbelief. "Then How..." Then realization struck me. "The forest messed with us." Thorin nodded grimly. "It must have been distorting time, keeping us here longer, trying to make us fail the trial." I felt sick. "How much do we have left?" He studied the position of the sun before answering. "Less than half an hour." My stomach twisted. "Half an hour?" He stood up immediately despite how exhausted he looked.

“Until next time, Diablo. And trust me, there is going to be a next time, Mr. Duraturo…” I froze as I kept my eyes on the screen for a few minutes before taking a deep breath, knowing that this was just the beginning of the war that we were going to be taking part of. A war that I knew will cost us a lot, but I knew that it was one that had to happen.

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.

He felt even more vulnerable now that he couldn't move his feet and arms. Dillion looked bored again. He checked his watch, time was 1:21 AM. He looked at Durin. "Your time is ticking. I do not have time for chicanery and jiggery-pokery. I am running out of patience. You know what I want, I don't need to repeat myself. Tell me what it is I want to know."

she explains, like a real-life chef, grabbing her own sub and taking a normal-person bite, “I knew you’d like it.” “I do. Thanks for making it for me,” I add after swallowing, then I grab one of the beers I bought to make sure I won’t choke. "Okay, so do you want to watch..." "Lord of the Rings," I respond immediately because there’s no other option, "The first one. Then we'll watch the second and make a date to watch the rest of them.” "How many movies are there?" "There's three... then there's three Hobbit movies. We have to watch it in order though, as they were released. That's my favorite way."

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?”