Gimli Aragorn Legolas Novels & Stories

In the early morning sun, Elaine could still see Andrew's grin as he left her in the shadows of the night. “You idiot,” The knight murmured, fingering the bright gold letters of the book, thinking she should have let him kiss her for what he’d done. Both so frustrating and yet the salvation of her people, “You wonderful idiot.” Elaine took a seat in the wooden chair, her hand opening the age-old book. Eyes scanned the countless names and gifts of fire, ice, and even wind. Some could speak into minds, and those who were so powerful they could bring down kingdoms or even end the 200’s year war.

Gunner hollered out. “It is I, Legolas, you’re noble and loyal warrior.” Legolas’s voice came from the other side of the door. “Legolas I swear on everything holy, I’m gunna…” I was cut off by Gunner’s lips slamming against mine. “Give a minute man.” Gunner hollered back. “Yes you’re royal highness.” Legolas said and I immediately glared at Gunner who started laughing. “You can kick his ass later. But first we need to uhh, well dry off I guess. Then get clean, and dry, clothes on.” Gunner chuckled pulling the plug in the tub, standing up and then offering his hand to help me up.

I can’t help but to ask myself. The next thing I know. I feel a light caress on my cheek. Opening my eyes, I see his black eyes staring back at me. Somehow, he managed to get rid of Davis and put all his attention on me without me hearing anything at all. “Why are you crying little star?” Trying to step back I realized that he has his other arm wrapped around my waist holding me to him. “Who are you? You are not Eli.” I say feeling the zapping energy coming from his fingertips on my check. “My name is Aragorn, Eli’s extra spirit. His Lycan spirit.” I nod my head as I feel like I’m drowning in his dark eyes that seem to sparkle with the stars above. “Why did you claim me?” I ask as Aragorn sm

Snarling through his mouth while it dripped with spittle as the critter salivated at the thought of ripping into Haldir's meaty muscles, the first one struck overhanded with his sword and his blade met Haldir's with a flash. As the spark of the dueling blades snapped Haldir from the battle, the vision of Mory being shot in her leg came to him. Haldir gasped as he realized that those arrows were no dream, and he'd seen them before. "You motherfuckers!" With the rage and fear dripping from him, Haldir gritted his teeth and sliced through the goblin's chest then threw him aside. His veins buzzed as the quickening surged through them and an evil smirk came to his lips.

Niamh's hair seemed to glow in the night, and when the moon's light shone upon it, her hair resembled embers of an undying fire against her armor. The answer to the question of their destination was answered eventually when the company rode into Shandalar's village. The owner of the King's Pub was mounted, and as the royal guard continued through the village, Shandalar and many other Elves appeared from between houses and trees, joining ranks with wordless greetings. The trees, themselves, seemed to part the let the company through, as though they knew the importance of the mission.

Finally picking up my subconscious, I lifted my gown and started fast walking behind them. I swear I wasn't prepared to see the scene which unfolded in front of me. Papa and all his men were kneeling down on their knees. Their hands raised up. Tons of guns pointed at their heads. I saw the eldest Aragorn sitting on his chair and his eyes glaring in a particular direction. I followed his line of gaze and found a man wearing black tuxedo with a white skull brooch on his chest. My eyes trailed up and clashed with a pair of striking blue. And the shocking fact is that the pair of striking blue is staring right into my eyes. His lips pulled up into a smirk.

No, you're not," thought Marcus, arms folded and watching the red-haired man with the slightest blink of an eye. -My name is Ruan," said the other, this blond and very cool in his coarse hair and black eyes, "and I am for you as for me. It was this phrase that was irritating Marcus a lot, but he would never show how much this damn code messed with his jealousy. Good thing this is the last one. -My name is Michael," he reminded her of Aragorn from The Lord of the Rings, even in the color and style of his hair and eyes, "and I am to you as myself.

Lady Tory’s face darkened instantly, her composure cracking for just a heartbeat. I let my smile soften. “But don’t worry,” I added. “I wouldn’t dream of stealing your moment. After all… some crowns are heavier than they look.” Her nostrils flared, but Aragorn lifted a hand, silencing her. “That’s enough bickering,” he said. But I noticed it... the faint twitch at the corner of his lips. Amusement. He enjoyed watching me spar with her. “Now,” Aragorn continued, sweeping a hand toward his allies, “since you’ll be standing at my side today, you might as well be properly introduced, to one of my most trusted ally, Eva.”

I know they are observing me like I'm their prey which makes my heart strikes faster. As if Eren understands my fright, his hand slides down my arm and takes my hand in his. I then feel how sweaty is his hand. He is scared too, but he is still trying to comfort and protect me. I need to be courageous too. I can't make him feel more down. "E-Ethan." Eren finally pronounces, meeting the eyes of the taller man with curly dirty dark hair. His eyes then move to the other bald one. "Evan." "And Elias." He says lastly to the man with a lizard haircut.

A taste of their own medicine was handed to them and they did not like it one bit, the slaves were doing were doing nothing but slowing them down and preventing them from advancing towards the three men. Thomas Xermia and Sigrid hobbled away, into the forest. Inside the monstrosity at the center of the town Ladzgery lay on a platform inside the isolation chamber. His wounds were slowly closing. He had not yet become conscious but with the loss of the moonlight it was only a matter of time. Inside the forest as Alestio and Arni watched the carnage, another mysterious figure appeared from amongst the trees. He was wimping. His top was soaked with blood and he was clinging to trees as he walked