Hobbit The Unexpected Journey Novels & Stories

"Help? After everything that's happened, you think you can just waltz in here and—" "Dad," Jack cut in, his voice low but steady. "Let's hear him out." Morris nodded to Jack, showing his gratitude to him, before turning to address the room. "I guess I must be the last person any of you would expect to see right now, but I have been doing a lot of thinking lately—soul searching. I must tell you now that finally, through this journey, I find that I too have a part to play in all this mess. I want to make it right."

I said as if I was sure. He snorted at me, clearly disapproving. "Don't be too confident, Miles, because we don't know how fate will play out. Isn't everything that happened to you with Zandy, unexpected? So expect the unexpected, Miles." She even raised an eyebrow at me as if to tell me to prepare for what might happen. I didn't say a word for a while, seriously looking at Andrea. I can't help but think about everything that happened since Zandy arrived and all of that was unexpected.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 1:21 AM Watching the last Unspeakable disappear into the tall green flames, Erik turned to his girls and smiled. "So, how about you all go check our chambers while I activate the rest of the wards?" He said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Look, it looks like my fur is getting duller as the time to make contact with this Manu gets closer," Till complained. Harry snickered at his wolf's mannerisms, but he started walking further south. _ Where are we going? "I was told we could find a village of dwarves in the mountains..." _ Dwarves? Wait for a second! Dwarves like those little things who don't believe in magic?" asked Till, mockingly moving his nose. "The very ones. I wonder how anyone can be a skeptic and not believe in magic when they have all the evidence in front of them!"

My heart clenched painfully in my chest. This morning I had left to go to the market like any other day. My grandma and I used to go together but today she decided to stay at home and make her famous “limb growth potion”. Her potion saved a couple of village kids a few years back when they were playing around with spells and lost some fingers and toes. It was a lot of work and she told me to go by myself. I was gone for about an hour and when I came back inquisitors had already destroyed everything and left. I checked every house and every building hoping some of my fellow villagers survived. There was nobody. I was alone.

"Out of all the ways to die, death, my mysterious door, is how I'm going out. Excellent job, Livia." After having mini heart attacks and jumping at everything that moved, I made it to the other side. "Hello?" but I didn't hear anything. I was alone. "What kind of sick joke is this? I regret following you guys." I yelled. Frantically searching for a way out, luminous words caught my attention. that through passed will come I what still R. corner the round west hidden by moon path that in last when road may R. wait east of the sun and Tolkien them a day at last, I shall.

I waited, my ears straining for any sound, but the forest remained unnaturally still. Then, a soft rustle to my left. I turned sharply, my claws extending as I prepared to strike. “Come out!” The silence stretched, and for a moment, I thought I’d imagined it. But then I caught it—a faint, almost imperceptible scent on the breeze. It was unfamiliar yet oddly... familiar at the same time. “What is that?” I murmured, inhaling deeply. It’s... strange, Thorin said, his tone cautious. Not a rogue. Not a threat. But not... normal.

This wasn’t a punishment. This was a test of a different kind. “They want to see if we can handle what’s next,” she murmured. Cassian’s jaw tightened. “They want to see if we’ll break when no one’s watching.” Xanden reached for her hand. “Then we don’t break. We burn.” They stepped through. What lay beyond the doors wasn’t a chamber or a cell—but a vast expanse of forest threaded with ruins and glowing ley lines. Magic laced the air like mist. The Old Ways. The untamed, forgotten parts of their realm.

Maybe a movie would help where work couldn’t. After dishing up, I was just about to settle on the couch when there was a light knock on the door. A part of me—a stupid, hopeful part—wished it was Alex. But I knew that was unlikely, and even though I told myself that, there was still a tiny flicker of hope deep inside. When I opened the door, disappointment must have been all over my face because my best friend, standing there a little wet from the rain, immediately commented, "Oh, I didn’t know you’d be so disappointed to see me. I could’ve stayed home."

Then, like a magical infestation of drama and soil, they emerged from beneath the stone courtyard—through a freshly dug tunnel that absolutely was not supposed to be there. And chaos followed. “Oh, for the love of mulch—Broccolini, you were supposed to take a left turn near the singing river root, not reroute us through the bat caves of West Howl!” “That wasn’t my fault!” Broccolini snapped, her leafy fronds flaring in righteous fury. “I was following the moss trail. It looked promising!” “Promising? It led us to another kingdom! We passed three different borders! We met a banshee who invited us to her wedding!” a mushroom shrieked, still trailing glitter.