Enya Lotr Novels & Stories

Enya said, and I went over to hug her. She had left Cuburua to get some supplies she needed for some new remedies she was creating for the sorceresses. So seeing her brought a lot of relief to my body. "Are you okay?" asked Jackson, and the woman nodded. "Just fine, but you guys seem to have a whole mess on your doorstep," Enya said, and I laughed. "What do you mean by power, revelations, and prophecies? I want to understand all the details," I said, and they all nodded.

He can’t ignore the mate bond forever,’ Enyo says. We hear a howl in the distance that I recognize as Alaster, Ryna’s wolf. Enyo howls back, and then we hear more howls pierce the air, and we see the warriors charging through the trees towards us. Enyo lets out another excited howl before sprinting to the front of the group and leading them on a run through the trees. *

Iliya smiled wholeheartedly as she set her eyes on her father and greeted with a bow, with two knees on the ground. Lord Eradnel stood with a smile, though he was old enough to be weak, his strength was as fresh as youth. The Lords of the Elves were blessed with a partial immortality, but so less so that there would always be new Lords. "What a pleasant surprise. Stand, my daughter, Legolas Elanaoragorn rejoices today. Come!" She rushed Into his arms and he kept her in his warm, loving and comforting bossom. "I have missed you so much, father"

Because Theoden’s eyes—his blue, untamed, ancient eyes— Were not the eyes of an Alpha anymore. They were the eyes of a god of war. And he was about to tear the world apart. Luka swallowed hard. “Theo-Theoden—” “I’ll kill him.” Theoden’s voice was quiet. Final. Luka hesitated. “We don’t even know where he—” Theoden stood abruptly, lifting Selene into his arms. She felt too light. Too fragile. Like she could disappear if he let go. Like he had already lost her once before.

I blurt out without remembering that I’m a car with Julian. “That’s not true princess. You have unlimited funds. Remember?” He smirks my way and I roll my eyes. “That’s a very mature gesture by the way.” He says but I ignore him. How can I focus on him when the glistening building comes into view? It reminds me of the elfish city of Lothloren from the Lord of the Rings. My nerd side is showing but it's the only thing I can think of to describe what this place looks like. It is white and full of glass windows all over it in different shapes and sizes.

And she swore to God, she could smell the sea. And then they were off. Hazel opened the glove box, and a dusty jumble of CDs clattered onto her lap. “What have we got, then? Lord of the Rings? Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy? Winnie-the-Pooh? The Code of the Woosters? Murder Must Advertise with the last disc missing?” Cole thought about it for a moment. “Lord of the Rings, please.” The familiar music washed over her, and then the equally familiar words: “Long years ago, in the Second Age of Middle-earth, the Elven-smiths of Eregion forged rings of great power.”

Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited. Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch.

, I waved my hand towards the hall – a faint shadow of bodies lying on the floor. I snapped my thumb and middle finger. This was enough. I could feel Mona waking up. And I do not want him knowing that she was still alive. His feet rose from the floor – levitating him, I pushed the huge black door wide open with a flick of my hand. I readied my stance as if to throw a ball. I paused and looked at him. “I am Enya.” With the power I had, I threw him out and far from the plane. He screamed bloody murder as he came hurtling out. I smirked.

"His name shocked Eryndor 'How has the tree come to know my name?' As he was still regaining his consciousness, Eryndor blurted out: 'Who's there?" Youngling's young greenish leaves trembled, releasing a faint and smothe rustle, as Elderwood's gentle voice enveloped her. 'Eryndor will save me, won't he?' she whispered, her delicate petals unfolding like tiny hands clasped in prayers. A tender shoot of hope sprouted within her, its tender tip reaching for the warmth of promise. Her roots deepened, clinging to the earth, as if unwilling to let go. "May I live long!"

Lyra, the eldest of the elven council, her long silver hair flowing like a river of moonlight, smiles warmly as we approach. “Nyx, Lorenzo, Enzo,” she greets us, her voice like the sound of wind chimes. “It’s good to see you all. Welcome to our home.” Nyx steps forward, her expression serious yet polite. “Lyra. It’s been a long time. We need your help.” Lyra’s gaze flickers to Enzo, and I notice the softness in her eyes. She’s known him since he was just a baby, and I can tell there’s an affection between them. She nods in understanding. “Of course. Come, we have much to discuss.”