Hobbit Elf King Thranduil Novels & Stories

“He’s going to have to wait. I got to see about my girl first.” Haldir motioned to Thorin to come closer with his hand. “Let’s go Thorin.” As Thorin walked to him, Haldir put his hand on his shoulder then misted them both away. When they reappeared, they were outside a great tall castle that sat in a valley surrounded by snowcapped mountains. On the Northern border sat the entrance to a dense, dark forest. Haldir said, “ This is the kingdom of King Eliphas the Wise. He is the gatekeeper for departed spirits to enter the Realm. Imara would have come here first.”

"And who are you?" "He doesn't need to give us his name," Queen Niamh whispered loudly. "Don't interrupt," Lorcan hissed. Niamh sat straighter in her saddle, "This is a surprise visit." "He has no right to be disrespectful," Lorcan said low and steady. "Even a child knows how to greet their King and Queen." Niamh opened her mouth again, but Lorcan was speaking. "What is your name?" The elflord in the green tunic bowed low, "I am Thalanil Gildan, leader of the village of Imnenora. Please, let me show you what has been done."

Some of the elves chuckled and some even stuck out their tongues. “While moving further to the south, a man became obsessed with becoming King. He is arrogant, selfish, stingy, greedy, and dictatorial. Leading outcasts like Trolls, Ogres, vultures, and even Cyclops." Wiggy squeezed the fork he was holding until it bent. The Elves joined in a growl, some sticking out their tongues again, this time with displeased faces.

As you all know, the competition has come to an end. As the king and ruler of this great kingdom of Ghandor, it is my responsibility to crown the new king, who happens to be my son Prince Kohl. "Son, step forward and face our noble men and women." The monarch requested of him,'He walked magnificently to the front. Our long-standing tradition allowed all maidens in our kingdom to vie for his affection, and I am pleased that a maiden gained his heart and affection, the monarch added. But, sadly, the prince declined her. That cannot be possible; that is an abomination, the crowds spoke with disappointment.

“Forgive our informality, Your Majesty. I wasn’t aware.” A shiver went through Haldir from the icy eyes on his back, and he released his hands from Rosemary, only to have her thread her arm through his and turn him to face her husband. Even to a man who cannot die, the Darke King was frightening. He glowed blue with a spark that Haldir had seen before, and he understood the immense power he was facing. The immortal human lowered his eyes to the floor and bowed his head to him. “Your Majesty.”

Sitting beside me on the bed, she leaned in, as if about to unveil a great secret. “You see, the King had two sons,” she began, her voice barely a whisper. “Two sons?” I echoed, my curiosity piqued. Ingrid nodded fervently. “The eldest was Prince Nerys. He was very handsome and upright, a Scorcher like the King. The King was very fond of him, unlike the other two,” she paused, licking her bottom lip nervously. “Prince Thrystan and Princess Elaria.” “It’s whispered among the servants that the King built a cellar to imprison Prince Thrystan and tortured him from time to time,” she continued.

"Six years ago, a lot of things happened. King Logan, this is not the right time to tell you about this, but it looks like nature is asking for it!" I shut my eyes. It indeed seemed like we couldn't hide anything from him anymore. The truth would always prevail no matter how we hid it. "Logan, Thorin is Goddess Alectrona's descendant!" I told him. My voice was small, I could barely hear it. "He is destined to kill Shiva!" I fixed my gaze on him. It took him a few five minutes to chew on the new information he had just heard. Then he took a deep sigh and shut his eyes.

As his eyes scanned the photograph, a sly smirk gradually crept onto his lips. Meanwhile, back in the mystical realm, word had spread like wildfire about a group of daring teenagers who had managed to sneak into the human world. This unsettling news reached the ears of the king seated on his imposing throne. The king, known as Devlin Blackwood, was more than just the ruler of this enigmatic realm; he was Thorian's late father's brother. Since the untimely passing of Thorian's father, Devlin had taken it upon himself to care for Thorian alongside the boy's mother. Despite his efforts to be a father figure, Thorian insisted on addressing him as "uncle" rather than "father," a choice that didn'

The tears she'd forced out hung awkwardly on her lashes. "Clara, get up. Thank your sister for her blessing." Father sighed in relief. "Th-thank you, sister." Clara bounced out happily. "Girls grow up so fast, hard to keep them around." Father joked, but when he turned and saw my cold face, he looked guilty. "Rowena, the only unmated heirs left from the ruling clans are the vampire lord Thorne and the elf prince Eldrin." "I think the elves aren't a bad pick. Their looks and status are way above the vampires."

Iliya smiled wholeheartedly as she set her eyes on her father and greeted with a bow, with two knees on the ground. Lord Eradnel stood with a smile, though he was old enough to be weak, his strength was as fresh as youth. The Lords of the Elves were blessed with a partial immortality, but so less so that there would always be new Lords. "What a pleasant surprise. Stand, my daughter, Legolas Elanaoragorn rejoices today. Come!" She rushed Into his arms and he kept her in his warm, loving and comforting bossom. "I have missed you so much, father"