Fanfiction Hobbit Novels & Stories

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?”

"Wouldn't being our leader be helpful? Not that Liam is doing a bad job, but he's an orc. He doesn't have any power. It will be too easy to lose his position." "Oh..." I was finally starting to see how it all worked. I needed to be in charge because, apparently, I had more power than anyone else here. I looked around the bar. "What can you do?" She gave me a quizzical look. "You look human, but you are part something else. What is it?" "Oh, I'm a hobgoblin." I frowned. "I can run really fast." "Oh. Cool." She smiled then stared at me expectantly. "Oh, right." I tightened my fingers around her hand. "Here you go."

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:

“What in the world are you talking about, Gabby?” “Well…” She drew in a deep breath. “It all started the night I kind of, sort of broke into someone’s apartment.” THE END Next in the Fairy Tale Quartet: B & E Ever After A Hansel and Gretel Story

“Which one?” He stopped in his tracks. “You can write more than one at a time?” I nodded. “Hell, I can’t even read more than one book at a time!” “Some people are just gifted,” I said primly. “So, which one is your favorite novel?” Nate asked as we got to our seats. “Anything about werewolves,” Kimia answered for me. I smacked her shoulder. “Actually, I have a fun take on the Hansel and Gretl fairy tale that I’m working on. It’s from the witch’s point of view.” I pulled out my notebook.

The Enchanted Realm's magic, once distant and ethereal, now courses through their veins, a vibrant current that ignites their very essence. With every page turned and every scroll unraveled, the lines between their world and the hero's narrative begin to blur, merging into a mesmerizing mosaic of fate. The Enchanted Realm's history melds with the new character's present, like paint on an artist's canvas, blending colors and stories to form a tapestry that defies the boundaries of time and space. The past and the present intermingle, their stories interwoven in a symphony that carries the echoes of forgotten ages.

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.

These fools want to redirect valuable resources to retake a mine overrun by creatures. The things loved the humid dark environment, must be similar to the hell from wench they came. The mine was a hot spot for creatures, with numbers well into the thousands. No raid could take that on without serious casualties, or most likely a raid wipe. Liam and Theon have been in an endless screaming match with the idiots from Anatol. This constant squabble has taken its toll on my mind. I pinch the bridge of my nose and slowly begin to rise. The entire room falls silent, Anatol’s ambassadors quickly sink to their seats. I am not opposed to beating sense into the slow-minded. Seems they have lost their f

He noticed his siblings weren't there and ȧssumed they were with the other Goblins. It suddenly dawned on Will, was that thing his mother? She had obviously been there for a long time, had Will and his siblings all been born from her. This notion suddenly made Will want to throw up. He then remembered all the fantasy stories from his own world about Goblins, so far a lot of the facts about Goblins had lined up, some didn't but most did. [Does that mean there are no female Goblins? Do all Goblins mate with other species to procreate? So what was that thing in there? It was bigger than a Goblin, but had similar features…] Will tried to recall what he had seen. She was big, bigger than what he

Gregory held Willow's hand as they walked to the door together. Once outside, Willow threw his hand out of hers and began to run. She needed to get away from him. This was all some kind of misunderstanding. She is Willow Winter, the once famous miracle child, orphan girl that hustles her way through life. She did not need a hand out or a knight in shining armour. Marriage is a big step, Willow still believed in fairytales. She still thought about the love her parents shared. She was apart of a fairytale until fate took them away.