Hobbit Elf King Thranduil Novels & Stories

"I want something fresh and pure! Just like the good old days!" The ancient vampires' faces darkened instantly. Talking about hunting high-elves in public was a massive taboo. The Three-Race Peace Treaty had just been renewed. If word of this got back to the Elven Court, it would start a literal war. Disgust flashed in Valerius's eyes. Bastian jerked his arm away like she was toxic. "Enough!" he barked, barely holding back his rage. "If you have a single thought in that empty head of yours, it should be to get back in your coffin!"

"Let me guess ,Thorin, you must be from Savannah." Bringing his glass to his lips, Thorin grinned. "Yes, you would be correct." "My daddy's from Savannah, you sound just like him." Placing his wine glass back on the table, Thorin licked his lips clean and nodded. "Yes, I'm aware. Our families have quite a history together. I've known your grandfathers, Haldir and Jasper, for, oh, I don't know, at least a hundred and fifty years. Curious how Fate plays these things out, isn't it?”

Becking with his hand, a group of elves stepped forward and bowed before the man. The elf-lord of the Silvan Elves was just about to give them orders concerning the arrangement for Luna's friends when he sensed a familiar presence grace his throne room. "Aragorn, I did it!"

I said and quickly ducked and hid behind a metal armor statue that was place in passage, since this hall way was restricted to only royal family no other slaves were allowed to be here except cleaning staff on cleaning day, which mean I am liable to get penalized if they see me here. “He is locked with us for more than two decades Gandalf, yet we are unable to make him surrender to us, you know how powerful his dragon is and with him on our army we can complete our dream of concurring entire eastern part” I heard our King Aldrich words, hearing which Gandalf freely nodded his head where he was wearing his giant golden and blue emblazed turban with long peacock feather on it corner

One of the spheres kissed the long, black hair of the elf king which was on his left shoulder in a single braid and adorned by silver beads. The elf king who was bored was dozing; He had a reputation for sleeping during the semi-yearly meetings. Yet whenever he was called on to propose an idea he always came up with something good. King Glidor, who was drooling while thinking about chicken immediately felt his braid was on fire. He was pissed but he was fast to quench the flame with some frost from his mouth. "You two, have some respect for me at least. What did my braid do to you, you dunderheads?" he barked, his brown eyes turning a glowing yellow. His skin was also glowing and several gol

The king spat coldly, his own aura swirling around him even if he was weakened. The two men who had started all of this… but what was the truth? What do I do? Theon’s eyes were on me, and I shook my head pleadingly. Don’t do this... "You didn’t even recognise my son." Theoden smirked coldly. "The power of a simple enchantment…"

He wrapped his arm to Kian's waist and nuzzled his face to his neck. "Don't overthink, baby. They don't know it's us. It's gonna be okay." Kaleb said through their link. Instead of replying, Kian just nods while pouting. Their friends who are watching them thought that Kian is just nervous. "It's time" the king said and the huge door opened. The King and Queen entered first. Every pack member bowed to show their respect. "Good evening everyone, as you all know that my only son, your future alpha king already found his mate." Thorin starts and cheers and howls echoed inside the hall. They are happy that their future king finally found his happiness. King Thorin raised his right hand to silenc

That was all her mother's doing. She's going to push me down his throat until he wants nothing to do with me. Not that I mind him having no interest in me. But still...if she wanted this to work, she's going about it all wrong. Elissa thought as he took the seat next to her. The king stood, tapping a crystal glass with his long fingernail. "Thank you all for joining us this evening.." The 'all' he addressed were more than just his wife and children and Hayward's men. At the long table were also several Elven dignitaries who attended in order to welcome the Prince into their lands.

****Kingdom of Kuragari**** The throne room of the Dark Elf King loomed with cold grandeur, its dark pillars rising like silent sentinels, reflecting the dim glow of enchanted torches. The king's eyes, black as onyx yet burning with the fire of wrath, roamed over the vast chamber as his mind churned with unease. Aegnor—the name alone, brought a storm to his thoughts. That traitorous bastard had dared to use his powers against him once before, and even now, whispers of his presence lingered like a poison that wouldn’t leave.

Me losing myself in my love for my mate is not something that they see, ever. “Are you back now, Mere?” Yhendorn asks me. “Yes, we’ll be here until the baby is born. Which means, we finally have time for your coronation ceremony. It’s time to officially take your rightful place as King of the Elves, Yhendorn,” I say, my voice carrying out over the courtyard. Cheers go up all around me and I smile at my brother, before inclining my head at him, acknowledging him as my king.