Fanfiction Hobbit Novels & Stories

Hikaru POV As I quietly crept down the path toward the noise, I heard it more clearly. It sounds like the laughter of many goblins over the cries of girls. The path then became a ledge that when further down, over the ledge was a huge open area filled with Goblins holding young girls down and raping them. (There are no female goblins, they reproduce by catching and raping women.) Damn! There's a lot of them! But I better hurry before those girls are mentally broken. Suddenly a familiar voice and figure came into the room.

And I'm responding so fast, I know Nate Baska would shake his head at me and tell me to act more distant to make myself look cooler. "I've never seen the hobbit movies but I just Googled it and you’re now fired for calling me a hobbit," she growls in another voice-note, making me laugh out loud. She actually sounds pissed this time, but I know she doesn’t mean it, "You look like the bigass warlock." "You mean Gandalf?" I ask, laughing way too hard, "We probably look exactly like Frodo and Gandalf when we're standing side by side, to be fair. But my elongated body is a lot more graceful than that, so fuck you in the ass too.”

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.

I want User 677 inside me, pinning me down like a whore while he thrusts his hips like a monster. “Please, Sir…” I whimper. “Please, fuck me for real. Please.” He rams the dildo into me and pauses with it buried deep. I’m panting like crazy, sweat on my brow. “You need to remember the proposal, Holly. I’m not going to fuck your cunt, you horny little bitch. I’m going to fuck your ass.” Oh fuck, yes, the proposal. It’s already long gone from my mind. I’m tempted to say have my pussy for free, but it’s obvious User 677 has his own agenda. He continues with the toy fucking, twisting his fingers as he goes.

"Are we really here or is this just a dream?" Daniel pushed his black hair off his face as the flames echoed in his black eyes. "Your mind makes it real, old friend." Haldir swirled the beer in his cup then closed his eyes as he drank it back. He blew out through his mouth and shook his head. "I don't know how to save her, Daniel." Leaning over with his elbows on his knees, Daniel clasped his hands together and sighed before he looked up to Haldir. "No one ever told you were supposed to. I'm afraid there are no fairy tale endings for any of us, Haldir."

Lincoln said with a serious tone of voice causing the mischievous smile on Fabian's lips to disappear and he looks at Lincoln seriously. "Okay, I'm telling you this in all seriousness, Lincoln. I don't care if you're my brother and my mate, but as far as I know, werewolves are naturally born horny and love having sex with their mates. I do love sex too, I fucked both men and women before." Fabian said to Lincoln and I don't know if he's being serious right now or he's teasing my brother again. But then I remember all those men and women in the Abbey, those young men were sacristans while those young women in there were nuns and it looks like they were all under intense hypnotism. Now I know

Ancanta's wide eyes were full of innocence and compassion as she glanced at the old woman. "It is stated that if goblins can eat a hundred hearts donated by individuals who have been helped by goblins, then goblins will be released." When she observed the terror, Ancanta's expression was filled with fear. The elderly woman's eyes narrowed "In fact, there is another elf legend, if later the goblin's bride can..."

“I think you’ll like this one.” She set her mug to the side and carefully pulled open the paper. A beautiful leather bound book came out. The Silmarillion was emblazoned in gold leaf in beautiful flowing script. “It’s an older book, but I thought you might like it,” Mark told her. “I know how much you enjoyed The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings.” She ran her fingers over the beautiful book. “Thank you, Dad.” She handed him her wrapped package. “Merry Christmas.”

she added, looking at me. "I don't see where we can go," I said, looking around the garden. "But I do," Octavia smiled and pulled me by the hand. "Where are you taking me?" I said, but she didn't answer and just walked on. A moment later, we reached a hill. Then I saw a small house that looked exactly like a Hobbit home. I had to gasp at the sight. As if it came straight out of Lord of the Ring, this house was half-hidden in a grassy hill, sheltered from the earth element and blending in seamlessly with its surroundings. It was a perfect getaway place I'd ever seen.

“Dude, do you want me to give you a mirror? You got disgusting holes on your oily face. You’re a motherfucking kraken.” Gollum passively snickered at her comment. “But one of you is clearly out of place,” added Gray. “I mean, look at him.” She gestured her hand toward Gollum with a jeering expression. “One of you is clearly one of the irreplaceable cast of The Hobbit.” Fakey, Ursula and the tentacled-faced man who looked half the old man’s age couldn’t help but chortle at her remark. Gollum, on the other hand, was obviously displeased.