Hobbit Bard Novels & Stories

I added recalling some saying I saw on our television from a certain monk. I almost congratulated myself when Sebastian gave me a bear bro hug, the saying just worked perfectly. “Thank you buddy” He said “if I didn’t love Claire I would have made a baby out of you” “GET OUT OF MY CAR” I glared pushing the laughing Sebastian out of my car. “You should find a girlfriend someday or some guys would start to have some thoughts about you” he chuckled “I’ll find a girlfriend soon to help steer your thoughts on the right path” I said

Despite his certainty that wasn’t going to be quite the effect it had, Bast snatched the drink and attempted to drown his guilt. He spit the ale as fast as it hit his tongue. “It tastes like horse piss.” Mardichi laughed, pointing out, “I’m saddened ye’d know tha’.” “I am presuming.” Bast said dryly. Mardichi shrugged before taking another long drink. “The Vikin’ alway’ says the same.” “And they call me the crazed one.” Bast muttered. “Yea, I’m jus’ ‘the barbarian’.” Laughing together they crossed the groaning drawbridge. They loitered in the bailey.

“Is this real? It’s just so perfect.” Haldir inched to Mory’s back then slid his arms around her waist. Pulling her round ass back to meet his thighs, Haldir covered her arms with his big leather covered hands. Pressing his nose into her warm knit hat, Haldir rubbed his lips against the soft merino wool threads as he searched for the comforting smell of a home he only dreamed of. “Very much real. I told you I knew a short cut, didn’t I?”

“Hey, take your daughter Lind away from our home. My father already has my mother. My mother is Nótt, the goddess of the night.” *]:pointer-events-auto scroll-mt-[calc(var(--header-height)+min(200px,max(70px,20svh)))]" dir="auto" data-turn-id="request-WEB:c958beec-61c8-4823-93ad-a94da706ced2-55" data-testid="conversation-turn-112" data-scroll-anchor="true" data-turn="assistant"> The female giant raised her eyebrow even higher. “Little girl, my name is Farbauti—not ‘hey.’ And I’m sorry, but I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else. I have only one son, no daughter.”

She saw him gave a small smile while seemingly imagining the images of them inside the storehouse. “Bilbo was hired as someone like a…uh…what is that again?” She scratched her head. “A burglar.” “Ah yes. That. And they journeyed a very long travel encountering many people including those people with a pointy ears, fair skin and white hairs with glittering beautiful apparels and clothes.” “They are elves.” “That. Legolas was the one I really like the most. I think he could be like you, handsome, strong willed and very cunning prince.” She frowned as she looked at him.

I snapped, giving the skinhead that stood at the entrance to the cell a sideline glance, not bothering to cover the long phallus tower of my cock when his eyes strayed to my groin. “Y-Your Majesty, It’s Gobar...he’s uh...here to see you,” Hagrid gritted, and something in his tone made me turn to stare him in the eye, hissing when he maintained eye contact before he snapped his gaze away. Gobar. The dark Shadowling Mage that had pledged his allegiance to me what felt like centuries ago. He had seen something in the Burning City...Something he thought he could use, binding me by oath to give it to him when he had worked long enough.