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It landed on the eastern district and pointed toward three more structures. The Moonshield barracks. A private trade office owned by Lord Harker. And the old council chambers, which had been shut down since the kingdom was formed. I moved to the third line and found that it passed close to the healer’s academy, the grain reserve, and a large iron forge owned by the Blackflame family. None of them seemed suspicious at first glance, but the forge had enough machinery and underground storage to hide something if someone wanted to.

Three and a half years prior, Minot Maine | Hollis | “Are you sure about this place?” Twenty six year old Hollis heard her newest co-worker, Vivian , ask nervously just as they were pulling up to a shady looking three story home located in a heavily wooded area an hour away from where either girl lived. Everything, even the worn down shutters, were painted with the same shade of asphaltum black. At 9 P.M, not much was happening outside aside from the occasional bird flying aimlessly around squawking the obnoxious song of it's 'people'.

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It felt right, as if she had entered an existence long remembered, secretly missed and desired, beyond recollection or comprehension. There are some moments so magical that nothing thereafter ever quite measures up to them, she mused. This afternoon is one of them. The conviction grew as they paused near a great outcrop of granite which a mysterious people had raised into a barrow thousands of years before. ‘It’s reputed to be the haunt of hobgoblins,’ Mallory said, looking at her gravely. ‘Are you afraid, Miss Heyward?’ Not of spirits, she wanted to retort, only of you, or rather my erratic emotions concerning you. I don’t fancy becoming your doormat, my Lord Marquis of Ainsworth.

The last of May unfolded in a haste, as though someone pushed the button for the fast forward, as though the calendar changed its day for only an hour. Hail and his members were renting a cabin in the Zorphean’s Villa. Unlike the normal housing system, theirs were massive and impregnable, its walls that were made with strong bamboo were painted with mint-green, decorated by what seemed to be a blank canvas, its sides curled with a silky, furry fabric. It only had three rooms, a sink, a comfort room, and two foam-made benches, standing alongside, facing an overlarge window, overlooking the dull, cloud-filled horizon.

The dökkálfar tribe The tunnel we traveled down was much more richly decorated and I found myself in awe of the intricate carvings and paintings on the cave walls. Small humanoid brown hairy creatures scurried about and they smiled with their odd human-like faces at us and nodded to the both of us as they hurried past. "What are they," I asked curiously and Rowen laughed. "They're hobs or brownies and do the cleaning in the mound. I looked up at the tunnel and realized that it was all perfectly cut stone.

Jenny was trying to sleep but sleep was far away from her eyes, she was thinking about her childhood which she spent in this house. Her grandparents loved her very much. They built this beautiful house just for her and decorated it like a fairytale's house. A small beautiful house surrounded by a huge field filled with lush green grass and high trees. There were lots of beautiful colorful flowers in front of the house and many colorful climbing flower vines that covered the entire house, which further enhanced the beauty of the house and which used to give this house a look like the Hobbit's houses of the Lord of the ring's movies, which is why Jenny started calling it Tiny House.

The sky grew lighter, and humans would leave their fortress searching for the weapon. Feeling the urgency, the hobgoblin picked up his pace and told the magicians to start tracing the airflow. They were looking for any caves in the area with mining activity. Open caves were too obvious. Dwarves were cautious creatures. They would conceal the caves inside a mountain, but even so, they could not conceal all the unusual airflow that went into tiny cracks. After nearly an hour of investigating unusual airflow in mountain cracks, they found a green and mossy stone slab concealing a rather small entrance. It was smaller than entrances humans made and not tall enough for the hobgoblin to go through

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He was off my trail for now. We entered a town pretty distant from where the pack house was. I could see less traffic here than where we used to live with the former pack. Gennady drove us to the last part of the town and into the woods. And there in the shade of a huge tree was a modest hobbit-like house. At first glance, I fell in love with it. I wanted to be a hobbit when I was a kid and had read and watched the whole lord of the rings trilogy. I couldn’t wait to get into my tiny little house and act like a hobbit.