Hobbit Bard Novels & Stories

’ While the Alpha Leader was contemplating his thoughts, Herschel continued to observe him as his hands clenched hard before he calmed down. “Verona.” It broke his trail of thoughts as he looked at the Elf. “My name is Verona and the “human” bard Kozart is my special friend.”

“You are not a real swordsman so don’t let the LARP get to your head. You might poke somebodies eyes out.” The other guy supported this argument by saying, “Arthur is right, Barabis. Although that sword is made of wood, it can still poke somebody’s eyes out if you are not careful.” Barabis smiled and remarked, “You guys are just jealous that your swords aren’t as cool as mine. Yours is the worst, Franklin.” He held his mighty weapon up for the heavens to adore. “This magnificent blade was hand forged by me in the pit of Obsidian Pandour.” “More like the bottom of your basement, bro.” Barabis’s friends laughed at his ridiculous display of valour, moreover, told him that he was the reason why

Every legend has its hidden face and every myth is polished by the language of the poets who tell it. Ragnar Lodbrok's epic is therefore no exception. Contrary to what is known from the story of the illustrious and legendary king and warrior; Ragnar Lodbrok did not come into the world with the common physical characteristics of the Vikings whom we know as strong, tall and combative. He was born a hunchback: the bitter fruit of a second trick and a challenge that Loki gave to Hoder, the "blind god" of Asgard.

Although Kendrick did not seem very capable, there was a saying, “Never judge a book by its cover.” Lord Vedastus snapped his fingers, and someone immediately carried a box over. Once it was opened, they could see that it was full of gold bars. He said, “Master Bardot, I admire your martial arts skills. You were even able to defeat an expert like Jones, so you have to be a one-of-a-kind fighter. If you’re willing to do me a favor, this box of gold will belong to you!” Kendrick was stunned. He could tell that Lord Vedastus mistakenly thought that he had defeated Jones.

Then there were the two goblins and a bodach, sitting at the table nearby. A bodach is a nasty male fairy whose pastimes include stealing human children. This particular one was old-man-thin with sagging, jaundiced skin and bulging, cloudy, blue eyes. Eyes which he set on us with shocked glee. Conri started to growl and stepped forward while Tiernan pulled his sword, but I went between them, held up a hand, and blew harshly across my fingertips.

“Dude, do you want me to give you a mirror? You got disgusting holes on your oily face. You’re a motherfucking kraken.” Gollum passively snickered at her comment. “But one of you is clearly out of place,” added Gray. “I mean, look at him.” She gestured her hand toward Gollum with a jeering expression. “One of you is clearly one of the irreplaceable cast of The Hobbit.” Fakey, Ursula and the tentacled-faced man who looked half the old man’s age couldn’t help but chortle at her remark. Gollum, on the other hand, was obviously displeased.

" His eyes blazed orange as he stared into mine, with clear confusion and anger on his face. He killed the horse I was riding, and I jumped off, bringing my weapon down, but it was met by the barrier of darkness around him. I could see Yileyna fighting against Arabella but I could also see that the latter was holding strong. We needed to kill her first, and together, she was fucking powerful… "What are you?" Theoden hissed venomously as I blocked another swing of his sword. "The Queen’s Champion, and the one who bears her mark." I replied coldly.

A read he knew too well that usually should not take more than a few hours had taken him four days but he chose not dwell on it and dwell on the fact that every step he took, was a step closer to home. He could feel fatigue creeping in, and the once-familiar path felt even more alien. As he continued on his journey, he heard a rustling in the bushes to his left. Before he could react, a group of goblins emerged, their eyes glinting with mischief. They were known for their trickery, greed and brutality. Dario had no time to waste, and attempted to sidestep them, but they were quick, surrounding him with cackles and jeers.

The King of Nordmar said. The Paladins looked at Rhobart. “And who are you?” Droyn asked. He had never heard Rhobart being so serious before. “Rhobart Braveheart, last of my name!” the King of Nordmar said. His voice echoed between the forgotten tombs. “The shield and the sword of Ayla!” Eude looked around. “Are there mushrooms around here we haven’t seen?” “Why? You want to make more sweet-wine?” Rhobart asked.

I said, my voice carrying a hint of sarcasm. Thorin chuckled, the sound deep and warm. “You’re impossible.” “And you’re annoying,” I shot back, taking a sip. The wine burned a little as it went down, but it felt good, comforting even. “But I’m right,” he said, sounding smug. “You need rest. Tonight was rough enough.” I laughed a little, shaking my head. “Rest? After what just happened? Not a chance. My head’s spinning, Thorin. That thing… it wasn’t just some animal. It was something else.”