Frodo Baggins Novelas e Histórias

~Aragorn~ I walk through the busy city streets at night, my hoodie pulled down low, wearing black glasses as a disguise. I'm Crown Prince Aragorn, always watched by guards, but today I'm just a regular guy. Tall buildings emerge into view, towering over the market area, where sellers shout about their stuff and cars honk in the distance. The smell of street food like spicy meat and coffee hits me, but it's a figure that catches my attention.

"We don't know who this person is; he always sends his messenger to deliver the message." "You risked your lives for a man who you've never even seen,” Thane commented, clearly amused by their stupidity “What is the name of his messenger?" "I don't know," the man said. Thane wasn't satisfied with that answer. He unsheathed his dagger, "Thorin—the messenger's name was... Thorin." The man stuttered out. "Good”, Thane says, retreating. “When was the last time you spoke to him?" "Three days ago, that had been before we got into this pack."

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.

WRITER'S POV "Erm, excuse me but what is it you are having in the bag. It looks quite… heavy." The rookie detective, Detective Rob asked the two elderly men as he joined them on the spot they had all agreed to meet. "If there's need for force to get my daughter back then I wouldn't hesitate." Mr Samuel teeth clenched as he zipped the bag. "Erm, force? That's erm not really advisable. I mean they sort of look scary sometimes but I think they are peaceful people…peaceful wolves actually…"

she asked her cousin who nodded certainly. "Where is the human?" he asked in his usual deep voice. Walking in the room, he noticed a fairy was sleeping on the bed. Her belly grown up and peace was visible on her pretty face. He sits beside her and closed his eyes...he put a hand on her flat stomach and chanted something. "Is he a warlock?" Vlora asked Leticia who had no idea. "No, he is monk..." Debrah whispered back. "But why is he chanting?" was the question of Vlora.

"Let me guess ,Thorin, you must be from Savannah." Bringing his glass to his lips, Thorin grinned. "Yes, you would be correct." "My daddy's from Savannah, you sound just like him." Placing his wine glass back on the table, Thorin licked his lips clean and nodded. "Yes, I'm aware. Our families have quite a history together. I've known your grandfathers, Haldir and Jasper, for, oh, I don't know, at least a hundred and fifty years. Curious how Fate plays these things out, isn't it?”

His Adam's apple bobbed as he repeated in the gentlest of whispers, "I've never liked seeing you cry, ladybug." I gasped audibly, my knees giving up on me as a vague memory from my childhood flashed into existence as if suppressed by something. It was a long time ago. I must have been four or somewhere around there. We were in the garden. My brother and me. We were playing and a ladybug landed on my nose, causing me to giggle. But we weren't alone. There was someone else with us. A boy with a bright smile, dark hair, and sparkling green-brown eyes. And that was how that name came into existence.

he says, she soon stops crying drinking her bottle, okay that was stressful. "Once she's finished I've got fresh clothes for you and fresh clothes for this little one, after you're ready we're gonna head out," he says, I just nod looking down at Amelia. I need to find a way out of this somehow but I just don't know how "ink will you hurry up!" He shouts as the little robber guy, who I know as ink, runs down the stairs out of breath. "I've checked everywhere, I can't find the bags anywhere," he says leaning on his knees, Anthony stands up looking beyond angry.

Sounded surreal and hilarious but that's what just happened. Black... darkness and nothingness... now all he have right now is a pure vivid image of null caliginous mind of his. Away from the worries and chaotic mind he always had when everything got messed up. But the things is, he's no use. "Whoa! I think I'll get a use for this frying pan as a weapon. 'Ight, Klyde?" Nick chuckled and even dance mockingly in front of the body of Carl's. "Call me Samwise Gamgee, The Lord of the Frying Pan Warriors."

Torin was always the first to volunteer for dangerous missions, driven by a fierce loyalty to our cause and an unyielding sense of duty. Freya Freya, the healer, possessed an innate talent for herbal medicine and healing magic. Her gentle touch and soothing presence brought comfort to the wounded and weary. Freya's compassion was matched only by her bravery, as she never hesitated to put herself in harm's way to help others. Soren Soren was a skilled swordsman with lightning-fast reflexes and unparalleled agility. His dual swords flashed through the air with deadly precision, and he could disarm an opponent in the blink of an eye. Soren's confidence and charisma made him a natural leader amo