Hobbit Elf King Thranduil Novels & Stories

' I guess Loren is going to be disappointed by my revealing dress since I have worn such clothing before in my life,' I said to myself, looking awkwardly in the mirror. " The crown prince, Khristos is arriving," the guards outside made the announcement. The maids smiled at me and left the room. I turned back and looked at my mother's older brother, my uncle, the crown prince of the Elven kingdom. Standing at six feet with attractive slender body and handsome face, uncle had long golden hair matching with his eyes. The royal family of the Elven kingdom had golden eyes because it was a symbol of royal bloodline. Also the golden eyes significant as powerful mana ability of elves.

Something that does not belong to a stranger. She steps forward, lowering herself onto one knee in a silent gesture of respect. “I ask again,” she says, her voice steady but cautious. “Who are you? And why do you look at that child with such emotion?” The elf does not lift his gaze from Lynette. Instead, a soft, bittersweet smile tugs at his lips. His fingers tighten around her hand as if grounding himself. Then, finally, he speaks. “I am Eryndor Sylvaris, ruler of the White Elves,” he murmurs, his voice carrying the weight of his pain. He finally looks up, his golden eyes meeting Vivian’s with unwavering certainty.

Funichio insists. “So, you follow King Ailduin’s rule?” I ask, again trying to gain some control of this conversation. “Yes.” Fanella says. She hasn’t stopped eyeing Eli like he’s a feast and she’s starving. “I thought King Ailduin was over the elves.” Eli says, frowning. “Oh, he’s over all the fae - dwarves, fairies, the good kind; faeries, the bad kind; pixies.” “Goblins, elves, leprechauns…”

Finally, he chose: “I chose… the right one.” “Are you sure?” “Yes.” Haldir turned the card. The bear's jaw went down: “There is no way. I was sure, that that card was at the bottom of the deck.” “We reshuffled, remember.” “True, but…” “I have to ask. How many wives do you have?” “Three.” “What does that have to do with Ghidni?” “A lot. How many sisters do you have?” “Three.” “I know, why you chose Ghidni.”

"All this posturing, all these little games. You just want to prove you matter more, don't you? Let me make something clear. His family asked me to marry into theirs. Not the other way around." The anger still hadn't burned off. I lifted my hand again, ready to strike, but Hendrick caught my wrist midair. A vein pulsed at his temple, his gaze ice-cold. "That's enough, Madeline," he said. "Do you need to drive away every single person in my life before you're satisfied?" He grabbed a towel from someone nearby and draped it over Linda's soaked body. "You're going to catch a cold," he said, his tone softening. "It's just washing feet, right? I'll do it."

George was fine man but Arinthal made him so cruel and stubbon Eryndor took George aside and urged him to think of Lirien, his children, and his wife. George grasped the gravity of the situation for a moment or so and steeled himself for what was to come. Eryndor, sensing George's resolve, revealed his perilous plan, risking his own life by sharing the details. Initially, George was horrified, struggling to comprehend the audacity of Eryndor's words. As Eryndor shared experience of his own family and the cherished moments they had shared, George's skepticism gradually dissolved and gave way to a strong conviction. His intime motivation sparked a newfound sense of purpose and expectation, rev

"We need to make it back to the border quickly." Soldiers wrestled her out of the punt while another paid the captain. She watched him float away with her precious bow and quiver, the work of many days and nights. A horse was brought, and Violet clambered on. "I'm King Curzon of Ipsit and I have been searching for you for a very long time, Violet," he said, positioning his horse next to hers in the center of the procession. "You're going to make me the most powerful monarch in all the elven realms."

"I want to step down and relinquish my title as king." "Wait, what?" Ithel quickly came back to his father's side. "No one wants you to do that!" he insisted. "Wait until you are feeling better and we will talk about this at home." Zoltan grabbed his son's hand. "No one wants half a king. They need a strong leader now more than ever." Taking off his signet ring, the elven king placed it on the middle finger of his son. "I, Zoltan, King of the Elves, do renounce my title and name my son, Ithel, my successor and king. In front of these witnesses, this claim is irrevocable."

his eyes glow the bright blue of a moon elf, “You’ll never see your father ever again.” As I watch helplessly, I watch his face change into an all too familiar enemy. Thalan, the Elf King.

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