Hobbit Bard Novels & Stories

She would remember King Ragnar's request every time she saw Aslaug who seemed rather bored with her life too with nothing interesting to do that would catch Sophie's attention until one day a man appeared out of nowhere and as Helen had told Sophie he was known by the name of Harbard and it wasn't the first time he came to Kattegat. That Harbard was the reason behind the disrupted relationship between the Queen and her husband as Helen had told Sophie. He was rumored to be a God, some even say he is Loki as he tricked Queen Aslaug into laying with him more than once about sixteen years ago which King Ragnar had eventually known of, and got angry with her, and ever since they had a really rou

I said as I walked away with him. "My name is Bardalph Baal. I'm Uma's neighbor, the blacksmith in town, and the head of his funeral committee," he said. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Lewyn." I looked up at the man who was talking to me. He stood tall, his broad shoulders square and powerful, his chest expansive and seemingly carved from stone. His dark hair was neatly trimmed, framing a ruggedly handsome face that was etched with lines of experience and wisdom.

My eyes weren’t focusing the huge beast in front of me and I bumped into him before I could balance my stupid body. “Easy there, kid…” the old voice, and I knew who it was even though I hadn’t met him before. “B---Bardolph…” I gasp, and his lips curve into a huge smile. My body flinched and I looked in his dark eyes. There’s nothing but darkness and his scarred hands tell me how dangerous he is. I want to run, I want to scream, he’s not normal like Boris, Conri or Fridolf were, at least in looks.

“I know, why you chose Ghidni.” “Why?” “It's easy. You defeated three travellers in the last month. That's how you got three wives.” “How do you know?” “The footprints are fresh.” “What about the second part?” “The travelers returned, you defeated them and gave them one of your sisters.” “True.” Haldir's card was a Shieldbreaker. With one move, he destroyed most of the cards in bear's deck. The bear, with only three cards left in his hand, placed a protect-unit.

Here’s a brief description of what his face looked like right now: There were some white dusts on the side of his face, in between his eyebrows, and the front part of his hair. It was already a clean up version of him though. Before, he looked like the wizard from the dwarven and rings series that shouted ‘You shall not pass!’. He could very well be as he was that tall, but he wasn’t as skinny and old. Jai shook his head lightly at the thought before a chuckle could slip its way in his throat, and retreated back to his own table. Bara looked at Ruhan and answered. “Grinding the Orc Teeth with silver dust.”

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.

The man had jet black hair and a scar across an eye, it was Bardok. Bardok smiled “you interested in a deal?” leanunya paused “sure” Bardok smiled even more “ok here’s the deal I get you in the guild and you do a job for me now got to make sure just no one gets in you know” she smiled “well then you’ve got a deal. What’s the job?” Bardok paused looking around, “see that elf over there. I want you to steal his golden watch from his stand and put it with that man there” Leanunya nodded seeing the people he was indicating to “ok easy enough I’ll be back”

Every pair of eyes turned toward the two mates. Even Morwen remained unusually quiet. Caierre felt his stomach tighten. Shared? The word echoed repeatedly through his thoughts. He had assumed the curse somehow crossed through the bond. But hearing someone else confirm it... Made everything feel frighteningly real. The silver-haired man slowly approached. Neither Alvar nor Grant lowered their weapons. He stopped several paces away. "My name is Eryndor." His attention never left Caierre. "I have searched for you far longer than you realize." Caierre frowned.

And yet…as much as I want to deny the pull I feel towards him, I can’t stop watching as he moves to join the other bards, who welcome him as a friend. I am curious as Master Jove comes up to the bard directly, handing him a flagon of our best mead, “On the house, for rescuing our dear Millie.” When have I been his ‘dear’ anything? That means there is more to this bard than what is visible on the surface. Guildmaster Trevor Jove had an uncanny ability to discover hidden secrets. That he is paying this bard any attention shows that he thinks there is something more to him. My suspicion is proven when he approaches me a few minutes later.

"We are preparing for war. We will need every man, woman, huldre and child at arms - including the Hakkonsdottirs." Heith yawned loudly, then gave a bright laugh. "To think, in all my eighty years, I would see the rooster of Ragnarok. Pah! Tut tut, off to weary bedtime with you both, we need our rest for tomorrow's revelries - at least, these old wicked bones do. I am off to have my sweet mara sing me to sleep!" And with that, Heith hobbled out of the runic room and into the now empty long hall.