Goblin King From The Hobbit Novels & Stories

" I commanded the goblin leader through another mindlink the witches had spelled on me. Elves and Goblins were equal in strength. Even if the Goblins didn't win against the Elves, it would keep them at bay until I won the crown; they'd have no choice but to retreat. 'My sons have spotted me; they're leaving Nikolai's side now. It looks like he has the fae with him, his vampire brother, two women, and a man I don't recognize." I racked my brain, figuring out who the other woman and the man were. I knew Kade had a blood slave who went everywhere with him, which explained one of the women, but who was the other one. And how was she and the man with her important enough to stay by the King's sid

When he took a closer look, Cyrus was back to his usual indifferent face. Back on the set, Claude made everyone present there dumbfounded. Aaron exaggerated again, giving him a gaping mouth. A character with white hair and a black shirt, jet-black eyebrows after being shaved become long, hidden in sideburns, and raised high brow bones that were originally hidden is now revealed. Claude's gentle face turns cold, cold and indifferent. The fluttering black robe conceals a leisurely and elegant look in the evil spirit shown in the character as if even if the world were to become a wasteland, there would be dust and ashes. Just a blink of his eye.

“Yes my king you sent for me? How may I help you? Aldmeris asked bowing and gazing at king Elbegast. “Someone has intruded into our kingdom. Let me know who the person is.” king Elbegast said sitting down on his throne. Aldmeris brings out a magic mirror where he enchants a spell which brings out a very familiar face. “A fairy? What does she want?” King Elbegast said to collect the mirror from Aldmeris.

The goblin closes his eyes out of fear, but he bit his lip and tries to keep himself from spilling the information he knows. “You see my goblin friend, my captain, the king of pirates and the commander of the Translucent Sun has tasked me with extracting information about an informant of ours. She is apparently a gorgually and goes by the name of Vetra.” He lets out a soft sigh from his lips and looks at the next space where he is going to draw the knife if he did not have the information that he needed. “Where is she?” Truth be told, the goblin did not know but he knew that if he gave anything to the enemy, he was a dead man. “I don’t – “His voice is cut off from the pain that reaps down hi

“Yes.” Something inside me tightened. My father had agreed. Before Elaine. Before me. Before whatever love changed. Tobias had once stood with Lucian and Darius and agreed to take this side. That mattered. I could not ignore it because he was my father. I would not turn him into a saint simply because I needed him to be one. He was a king from the Outlands. A dragon king, half Phantom wolf or not. Kings did not keep crowns by being gentle. If Spiro was telling the truth, Tobias had once seen this world as something to claim too.

“I’m not interested in your plans. What I want to know is how I can return to my world!” The king, ignoring my tantrum, shook his head. “Still you don’t believe us, do you?” “No.” I wasn’t easily compelled by his words. I need evidence. Concrete evidence. “As expected,” the king muttered, and then glanced at an arched opening next to the fireplace. From the dark, a man—a wannabe of Sauron with long graying hair and beard, garbed in an emerald-green robe—stepped inside the room. He held a staff—very typical, might I add—with a black stone in the middle, set in a ridiculous golden oval frame.

Still, almost nothing is the same as before. I’m a zombie, the living dead, the supreme specious of the planet, and the leader of one of the largest hordes in North America. I’m one of the Zombie Kings. My job is to keep the peace among zombies, keep my horde fed, and hunt humans for sport. I’m the stuff of Lacey’s nightmares now, and yet somehow, I have to rekindle our relationship so that I’m not forced to use her as a breeder.

But the goblin was ugly. His head was squat and a slight divide in the skull made him look like a dragon’s head stitched unceremoniously to the body of a dwarf. His complexion was as brown as a nut, his skin tough in texture and coarse to look at. A golden tooth peeked from inside the thick heavy lips under a nose that looked like a flared-up firework. Broot took his hat down and arched forward in greeting. A soft ‘master’ escaped his lips and Mordant looked up from his copy of the dawn.

For weeks they have traveled. On their trip they haven't seen anyone of the living, that didn't mean that they weren't seen. In the lair of the orcs and the goblins, the leader enters; his face had a strange smile. He was pleased. His robes moved silently across the hall. "I saw them, the humans, they are near!" he said, not even trying to hide the excitement in his voice. One of the goblins that was sharpening his daggers, moved forward. "Is it true, o, great leader? Did you see the human?" he asked while jumping up and down with excitement.

It was a monstrous creature, its grotesque form blending seamlessly with the malevolence of the night. A troll, twice the size of a man, stood before them, its gnarled skin covered in warts and scars. Its eyes glowed with an insidious hunger as it snarled, revealing rows of jagged teeth. The goblins halted their pursuit, cackling with glee at the sight of their newfound ally. Leori's mind raced, searching for a plan, a way to overcome this seemingly insurmountable obstacle. He locked eyes with his companions, their shared determination unspoken but palpable. In that fleeting moment, they knew they had to fight for their lives.