Novel & Cerita Goblin King From The Hobbit

"If you call me 'my sunshine', 'my queen' or 'my love'... Then you're hella' in!... Otherwise, names like 'you' or 'woman'... Then you're freaking out! Yah, hear me?" The King sniffed and smelled the queen reeking of alcohol. He held her waist and put her down, but he needed to support Aileen's waist because the queen looked like on the verge of collapsing. 'This woman is drunk. I could smell her sweet scent mixed with alcohol. She really is testing my patience!' says a voice inside the King's head. "Have you gone insane?! Don't tell me you are drunk? Is this your way of rebelling?"

She was standing close to her bed with her eyes closed and back turned towards him. "You gave me that name and that is why I haven't cut off your tongue yet for not adding the title 'King' to my name Barwolf." Barwolf tried not to look terrified but couldn't help it. "The Hobgoblins are part of your people, you can't ask them to pay you. They can't protect themselves, that's why their Queen was here."

With the light, came the figure of the person that talked. Ron was shocked to see a transparent looking man in white robes staring at him. The man looked quite young, like he was in his late twenties. His silver hair was gelled back and his eyes were violet, like the King's. But there was one more feature that had Ron staring with his mouth wide open. The man's ears were long and pointy. Just like the stories of the creatures Ron loved reading about. Just like the character in his favourite book. An Elf! The Prince didn't even know what to do or say.

It was as if she had a needle stab right through her. She was face to face with the man that chased her all the way from the alley. He looked disgusting under the yellow light. Willow assumed his teeth were a dark shade of yellow but under the light they looked brown with spots of black. His black eyes narrowed ,as he squinted at her . His long beard and dirty brown hair blew wildly in the wind. He looked as if he was a washed up pirate and this made Willow shiver. The only things he missed was an eye patch and a wooden stump for a leg.

What in the name of the creators? His eyes expressed all the surprise he felt, but he didn't let them falter his steps as he marched dauntlessly towards them. They were all standing, including the princess, and finally, he was standing in front of them. "People from the Gada Kingdom" there was a grunt at the end of his voice. A smart person would know he was having a spiteful feeling seeing them there. "To what do I owe this pleasure!" Princess Martha looked around, not looking for anything in particular.

There are only fifty remaining participants after the tool invention challenge, and the spectators cheer as usual. I glance around. Lycan King Gideon is still in his assigned seat. He is as handsome as ever—dark hair, onyx eyes, and tanned skin—all features that make me so infatuated with him. He looks older now. However, that only makes him more handsome. His shoulders look broader, and he looks more muscular than before. I snort. I wonder who he is physically abusing with those arms and fists?

He has cards, which are the weirdest cards I've ever seen. Even though I could see it from afar, it looked like a small smoke device sheltered in a rectangular transparent glass cage that kept moving. In the books I read about the dwarves, there was mention of their king. The nameless man who reigns and manages to spread good qualities, he is also a person who can summon high-level spirits, these spirits are the purest and purest souls. As illustrated in the book, the king of Ax and his friends has ankle-length hair, noting that he loves to shirt chiton and go barefoot. He has a kinder heart than anyone alive.

Ever. “You hit me, for her.” He stared at me in disbelief. “I might have lost half of my powers, but make no mistake, father, you are no match for me.” I stated calmly, letting the anger fade away slowly. I clenched and unclench my fist. “I am the Elf King, and you know what that mean. By now, you should also know that there is nothing I wouldn’t do for her. We have reached a moment of peace in our relationship, father and you should not disrupt it. Eloise is here to stay. She is mine, and I am hers. I have done my duty as the King to the people, put their needs above mine, your needs too,” I gave him a pointed look, “but now, I am going to be very selfish with my happiness. She is my happin

How can this woman read those kind of books? “And then here was Gandalf in the story. A wizard and a very powerful one, comes to Bilbo’s abode. After the crazy arrival of those small men--,” “Dwarves.” He unconsciously inserted in hoarse voice when she cannot find the right term for them to be called. “Ah yes the dwarves. They are small but very food-loving fellas.” “Quite a glutton you say.” He interjected once again while she eagerly nodded. “Yea. I bet they could wipe out all the food in this palace’s storehouse for being so glutton.” She chuckled. She saw him gave a small smile while seemingly imagining the images of them inside the storehouse.

He's trying to control himself but I see he's annoyed. "Well. Anniin to you too dear friend. Care to acknowledge me?" I say pretending to be mad. "NanaBooZhoo, Ziigwan. You're older!" He laughs. "You're huge. Shut up." I blush, rolling my eyes. "You know, no one calls me Ogi. Just you." He states. "Why? That is not you name? Ogimaa? Ah? Right?" I ask teasing him. "No. It's not, besides everyone calls me King. You know that. Only my grandma calls me Myeengun and the Elders too."