Gimli Aragorn Legolas Novels & Stories

The battle had taken a toll on them all, and the odds seemed even more daunting in the face of Gandalf's relentless strength. Amidst the intense battle between the werewolves and Gandalf, the injured Arlo lay on the ground, groaning as he slowly regained his senses. Lavinia swiftly moved to his side, her healing abilities already in action as she worked to mend his wounds. Despite the chaos unfolding around them, Lavinia's focus remained unwavering, her determination to protect her fellow pack members fueling her efforts.

“Miss Issa, based on the blood test that has been done, we see an indication of dengue fever in you. Your platelets have also started to decrease because of the effects of this illness, in the next few days they will keep decreasing because that is the phase” Like being struck by lightning I heard the doctor's explanation. My legs went limp, my vision suddenly blurred. Damn, apparently because of this I suffered all week. I saw Arthur seems to freeze for a while, then I felt his hand squeeze my shoulder as if to brace myself. Even though I was busy cursing in my heart. I’m sure if he could hear me swearing inside, he will cancel his empathy for me.

I should have obeyed instantly but my stubborn self turned once more towards the direction of the men and my eyes met the guy in the middle. Piercing silver eyes stared into my soul. Lucian. Oh my God. I froze in my tracks. I was about to scream but he shook his head, telling me a silent no before taking his eyes off me. Jake's hand flew to cover my mouth as he silently cursed. My heart was now beating very fast, threatening to jump out of my chest. Jake tried pulling me away but I couldn't move. It was as if my feet were rooted to that spot. I felt my cheeks get wet with tears I hadn't known were streaming down my face.

Or maybe I was turning into one of these loony bins. Legolas was probably the average weirdo with mommy issues. I must remind him of his mom or something equally gross. You heard me; he was Christian, the Legolas from The trilogy we all know and loved. I heard the King himself did the deed. Aragorn, a burly scary mother-fucker, who is head nurse/guard. In this, prison forced upon me. Not one of my own making, at least I don't think so.

One of my pack mates wasn't doing as planned. "Eloise!" He yelled out his mates' name. "EL! ELI! BREAK THE CURSE!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. "BLACKTAIL TRICKED US! THEY'RE WORKING WITH LAMIA!" His voice echoed. But, my pack didn't hear his screams that followed. Aaragorn's hellhounds attacked together and tore my pack mate apart. Leaving him in pieces... before continuing like nothing happened. Blood covering their fur. They were acting like rogues! I wanted to throw up.

Elora’ POV Arwen howled in joy like I never saw her do. She was jumping up and down like crazy and was obviously elated at that moment. And then, she answered, ‘Aragorn is my spirit mate. He was Dominic’s sleeping wolf.’ “Aragorn…” I uttered the name once again, feeling the movements of my lips as the sound escaped my mouth. What a lovely name for a spirit wolf.

I still didn't know what he meant by that, when out of nowhere two muscular giants appear before us. "Goddamn it! Me and my smart mouth...run Arkael! Follow me!" I was about to do so when one of the giant grab Savaric by his tail and picked him up easily. I was looking for something to defend myself with when I saw that the giant had a single sword on one of his legs. He must've used it as a knife, but to me, that looked like one heavy-looking sword.

“This Legolas is smarter than we think, he knew how to plant explosives and stay hidden. He could end up killing you, both of us.” She stayed rooted to where she stood. “I trust you and I know you won’t let that happen.” He turned to look at her. “You have way too much faith in me, I’m only a man. If you could see my face you’d know how scared I am.” “I don’t need to see your face, I can hear it in your voice.” “Let’s take a walk outside, we might as well start off by talking about you going to the gym and maybe some of the guards will hear us talking. Before we go is there anyone you might think of who could be a traitor?”

The mob seized the weapons and arrested all the corrupt officers present in the hut. Arinthal attempted to escape, using Lirien as a hostage. Eryndor sensed something was amiss, rushed to the beach, where the boat was ready to sail. He arrived with Anderson, but Arinthal warned them to stay back, threatening to shoot Lirien if they approached. Eryndor was hit in the shoulder, but the workers reacted swiftly, shooting Arinthal's hand and sending his revolver flying into the sea.

Could it be? He let go of the woman and rushed to the man face down on the ground with an arrow sticking out of him. Two other large warriors lay crumpled beside him. Each of them seemed to have one of his arms, as if they had been dragging him. The woman fell to her knees beside the prone figure. "Brandur, min kjære, vær så snill å åpne øynene dine. Snakk til meg. (Brandur, my love, please open your eyes. Speak to me.)" The woman's voice caught on a sob as she stroked the man's bloody head.