Funny Lotr Novels & Stories

He mused out loud, his voice filled with amusement. A sudden, breathless laugh escaped my lips before I could stop it. The sheer absurdity of his comparison broke through the heavy, dark fog that had been suffocating me all afternoon. It felt strange to laugh—truly laugh—after eight days of endless nightmare, but Earl had this bizarre, magnetic ability to make the heaviest room feel light.

Odd. Mohan walked up to me, “I wouldn’t take his comment this morning to heart, he is awful when it comes to joking.” He laughed, “We wouldn’t have left you behind.” “Apparently humor isn’t an elf trait.” “Neither is showing emotion.” Mohan shared. “It really is foreign to us.” “Except Frey, that guy is all emotion, someone messed u his training.” Ezryn commented. “We should catch up with the others.” I stated, picking up the pace.

He added and laughed. Jack nodded his head afraid to speak. "Why aren't you laughing along with me?" Tharollin demanded as he scowl at Jack playfully 😜. Jack suddenly burst out laughing and Tharollin joined him afterwards 🤣. Jack laughter was the loudest that Tharollin has to stop his laugh and look at Jack as if he had grown two heads and chuckle slightly. Rae smirked at her proprietor finding the whole situation funny😌.

I defended myself while keeping my smile. Lotus corked his brows at me and lifted his hands in the air. "Oh! I'm not judging you or anything. It's okay to have a drink or two, especially when you can handle it. I can't handle mine, three drinks and I'll be jumping like a monkey all over the hall!" It wasn't even funny to me. I wanted to puke at the joke but I released an uproar of laughter. Lotus felt that he had gained points on my end and he laughed with me.

He didn't look back at her, focused on the road ahead and occasionally consulting a map that fluttered in the breeze. As the afternoon wore on, the dwarves began sharing jokes, ribald tales involving mistaken identities in dark mine shafts, improbable encounters with mountain trolls, and the perpetual rivalry between dwarven clans. Patrina listened, making occasional notes, fascinated by the cultural markers embedded in their humor. The jokes themselves weren't particularly funny to her, but the way they reinforced group identity and shared values was academically significant. "And then the elf says, 'That's not my tree, that's my wife!'" One dwarf concluded a particularly convoluted tale, p

The lord was really vexed if she let out the most dreadful laughter freely. (All: Erk!) Although Shadow wasn’t with them, they could picture her angry laughter. The voice ironically echoed to the sky, instilling fear within them. It didn’t matter if they were from the same side, the horrendous laughter emitted by their lord was something they couldn’t scoff off easily. Run, run, run away, Go away from me, Foolery, foolery, foolery, Lead you to the cliff. Lets, lets, lets, Let’s play to my heart's content,

Lorenzo said, taking a large gulp and huffing. "What in the name of the lord is going on?!!! That's news. He's such a Jackass. Why run away for such a long time only to come back like a lost prodigal son when things are now going well and to crown it all, he even went ahead to shamelessly demand for the company... One he abandoned." Rohan blurted. Lorenzo shrugged, chuckling as he poured himself another shot. He took a gulp. "Now what's so funny bro? You know you're always weird when we least expect." Lincoln said. "Aren't you supposed to be sad?"

What the hell is he talking about? Noticing their confusion, the Dark Lord sighed dramatically. "Has your little honeymoon made you forget what happened last week? You know, when you and your little Elf and Sorcerer friend put on that show to defeat Fredrick by helping you pretend to be me? Unfortunately, your version of me was quite ugly so, I came here today to set the record straight. I’m not ugly. In fact, I’m rather handsome, don't you think?"

I snap back, missing another kick as he dodges around my brother to hide from me. “Deal, Little Bit.” He stays behind my brother, intelligently anticipating another attack from my foot, but he reaches around Mateo to shake on it and then he’s looking at me funny. “What?” I ask, questioning if I really want to know. “I was just wondering if they made dresses in hobbit sizes.” He laughs along with everyone else and takes off as I chase him across the field. I easily caught up to him and jumped on his back. He jogs back to the group like, I’m not even there, both of us laughing.

She saw him gave a small smile while seemingly imagining the images of them inside the storehouse. “Bilbo was hired as someone like a…uh…what is that again?” She scratched her head. “A burglar.” “Ah yes. That. And they journeyed a very long travel encountering many people including those people with a pointy ears, fair skin and white hairs with glittering beautiful apparels and clothes.” “They are elves.” “That. Legolas was the one I really like the most. I think he could be like you, handsome, strong willed and very cunning prince.” She frowned as she looked at him.