Female Bilbo Novels & Stories

"I think you might be confused. I don't have a —" "Your name is Ivonne," she said. "And you are my mummy." Thorin stepped forward immediately, putting himself partially between us, his voice dropping to something firm and warning. "Back away from her," he said to the girl. "Whatever you are, whatever this forest has sent you here to do, back away right now." The girl didn't flinch. She looked at Thorin with an equanimity that was deeply unsettling in someone her size, and then she looked back at me.

"There she is. That's my girl." Even though it was dark, I saw it. I saw lizard scales reflected by the lights. I feel like blood drained from my face when I realize what Fifi was before she even emerged. Once she did, she stood pretty tall and towered over Byron easily at 4 meters tall. It's rounded fins holding on the floor to keep itself steady. I heard a rattle and I could only assume that Rachel fell on the ground and shivering in fear.

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.”

"Mom, tell Oliver to mind his business" a blonde haired girl with sea blue eyes, tall, very tall and slender shouted while running down the stairs. A tall boy who looks to be a head taller than the girl, same eyes, same face, same lips, same everything sprinted after her down the stairs. The girl ran into the kitchen and hugged from behind a tall slender woman with blonde hair, who was busy cooking in the kitchen.

Despite the soft curves of her body, the beautiful woman carried herself with dignity and grace as soft curls of blonde hair ran down her back. "The total number of our people range around five thousand. There are a thousand which train in the art of combat. Goblins are creatures that even low-class adventures can easily take out, but when factoring in trolls and orcs into their numbers, things become tricky," said the same scholarly elf man from before when the doors to the throne room were pushed open, and those in the room saw Charlotte hurrying inside. "Aragorn, big news!" Charlotte ran to stand beside her future husband. His cool mask was immediately replaced with a look of concern when

Females were distinguishably taller than males. I caught sight of their leader, as I perceived. Taller than everybody, larger in built and fiercer in appearance, a couple Tikbalang seemed to stand out with nothing much of a try. Next to them was another fairy, with almost exactly the same appearance as Banyan’s mate, aside from the color of her wings, a pair of sparkling golden flaps. I gave her a smile, the gesture I learned from the Kapre realm, and I was delighted with her timid response.

Now or else I'll end up in a lot of trouble. The passageway was low and clumsily constructed. It wasn't too tough for Charlotte, except when, despite her best efforts, she stubbed her delicate toes on the awful jagged stones in the floor numerous times. "A bit low for Lycans, at least for the tiny ones," Bilbo observed, oblivious to the fact that even the tiniest Lycans move quickly, stooping low with their hands practically touching the ground.