Hobbit Elf King Thranduil Novels & Stories

Having the ability to focus their vision to notice details over a mile away or those obscured by underlying forest with incredible eyesight. King Elbegast, the king of Avallonè ruled over all the elves. He was known to be very powerful as his powers alone were unstoppable. He outlawed other supernaturals that wanted their realm and despised angel's, pixies and Fairy. Elbegast had a dream of a fairy who had gone to the other part of that world and so he decided to trace the fairy. Sending different elves in search of the fairy.

The king grunted noncommittedly. "You know dear, a dragon would be quite an asset to our army," Ishild said quietly, her voice whispering across the room. The king turned a curious glance at her. "Udril had to create a dragon, whereas we have one here to do our bidding." She continued, her cold face impassive as she glanced at Elric. "I will not use my son as a pawn," the king growled back at her, the first spark of emotion showing in his voice. She smirked.

I said, and he nodded. "Elder Elrond, rise," Aelfred said, "I give you, your queen, Stormee Adalwulf," he said, "My queen," Elder Elrond stood and bowed. "I just want to welcome you to our court, and as the former king's, King Aego`s friend, I would like you to consider me a father figure..." he said, and I smiled. "Thank you, King Elrond. I will happily accept your offer and protect you," I said, and he nodded.

In the early morning sun, Elaine could still see Andrew's grin as he left her in the shadows of the night. “You idiot,” The knight murmured, fingering the bright gold letters of the book, thinking she should have let him kiss her for what he’d done. Both so frustrating and yet the salvation of her people, “You wonderful idiot.” Elaine took a seat in the wooden chair, her hand opening the age-old book. Eyes scanned the countless names and gifts of fire, ice, and even wind. Some could speak into minds, and those who were so powerful they could bring down kingdoms or even end the 200’s year war.

Uncle Ronald whispered furiously to me. "Noe," "Presumptuous!" One of the elf troop leaders shouted at me while brandishing his sword. Noe just by glancing at him made the Elven troop leader kneel down. "Isn't that the young man who caused trouble with Elder Uwit yesterday?" said one of the Elf warriors. “Right, it turns out that not only is he related to the Dwarf King, he is also related to our Goddess,” said another soldier. "Shut up!" shouted the leader of the Elf troop who was still kneeling facing Noe, they immediately became silent and stood up straight.

His anger doesn't scare me but his lust sure does. "My grandfather, King Lucas Vlček had twins. One was named Adrian and the other Aragorn. Aragorn was the older twin therefore, the heir to their father's throne. King Lucas always believed in status and royalty. He didn't accept my father when he introduced a lowly wolf peasant's daughter as his mate. They made him choose between the throne and his mate. My father being a fool that he was, he left the throne for his mate! A few years later, I was born and some more years passed by before Lucian was born.

The second prince was named Thibor and was born to Queen Pandora, the third wife. The second wife, queen Letbia, is still unable to bear a child for the king like these queens. King Cassian took the first child in his arms in front of the people "Long Live the Heir to the throne of Hagrid....Long live Prince Ollivander Von Vendela" "Long live king of Hagrid" they all chorused. Queen Izolabella smiled from where she was sitting, fulfilled that the king pronounced her son as his heir, she knew she caught the bait this time.

I ask them about the elf king, and Gavrill says he just spoke with him the other day. “I thought my grandfather was the elf king?” Haven asks. “The elves have what are known as lesser kings. They help Eluf, the true king, watch over all the elves. Think of it like the president of the US. There is the president; then there are the governors that manage the individual states.” Gavrill says. “That makes sense.” Haven replies. “Although I am still confused about why he is such a purist. Elves don’t mate outside their species often, but they also fully believe in the bond. Eluf’s mate is a witch/dragon hybrid.” Gavrill adds.

Certainly not. "My son, Theoden, is a year older. He sustained an injury when he was a kid which resulted in him staying back at home for an entire year. But it was for the best because he joined his sister the next year. He loves science and sports and over the years, he has won so many trophies. But don't worry, you'll love him"

An old man, clad in tattered robes, stepping forward with slow, measured steps. He stopped a few paces away, his gaze settling on Elior. “I know you,” the man rasped. “You are the one who shattered the Throne.” The man’s name was Orris, one of the last survivors of Dawnfire. He had seen the sky break, had felt the change ripple through the land. “The First King built the Throne for a reason,” he said. “It was never just a seat of power. It was a cage.” A chill ran through Elior.