Hobbit Thorin Novels & Stories

and we are being honest about that part. Sir Thorin Meelany is a gentleman to the core, and even though he's a warrior, he's still handsome. Being as tall as my dad, with a body sculpted and full of muscles, tan skin, wavy short dark-brown hair, lilac eyes, and a deep voice that complements his persona like a cherry on top of a cake. And he's smart and skilled. Back in the north, there are a lot of girls and boys who have a crush on him, but he's the stern and oblivious type. He doesn't seem to care about that. But knowing him as we do, we know that he's affectionate under the surface.

Had it been Isaac, I have no doubt it would have been easier to convince him it wasn’t him. Thorin seems too smart for that. “He’s a bad man.” His words are quiet, and I stare at him. “Thorin, how do you know that?” I ask, confused by his announcement. “I felt it. He loves mummy, but he wants to hurt everyone else.” I almost celebrate, but I realise that even Thorin telling her won’t help. Not even Thorin’s words can outdo the black magic. “It will be fine, we will sort this,” I say, unsure of how I plan to but I have to figure out a way.

It was Ariel. Thorin froze. “What in the-“ Before he could figure out what was happening he heard an angry roar from outside. “THORIN, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!! GET OUT HERE AND GIVE ME BACK MY CHILDREN!!!”

Thorin extended his hand to his side and a large hammer came hurling from the east and safely settled into his grasp. … Thunder clapped and nimbuses began forming, lightning flashed over darkened sky as Thorin’s eyes illuminated a purplish glow.. Showing that he did indeed embody the epithet of the God of lightning and thunder. Grrrr- Rogue beastly roared and launched himself at Thorin and Lokison rather fast, behind him multiple conical waves reverberated through the air following behind Rogue pulling the terrain behind him leaving a deep crater.. Thorin jumped forward and swung his hammer horizontally across his front and multiple destructive thunderbolts stroke the ground and Rogue creati

“Oh, yes. Haven’t you ever noticed his resemblance to Ben before?” Haldir stood from the stool he was sitting on and glanced at Ben as he set the bags on the floor. “Yeah, I can see it, I guess. They all kind of have that tall, dark and handsome thing happening for them” “Well, he said that he and Ben are relatives. Oh, wait a minute, I don’t want to have to do this twice. Thorin!” Thorin kicked the door closed behind him and put the last of the bags down. “Yes, darlin.”

When she flies north someday at her prince’s side, into those high mountains, among those old dragons and older grudges, will my daughter be a queen there? Or will she ever even be welcome? I had no time to bleed over it, because the doors of the council chamber banged open hard enough to crack the stop, and the day’s last earthquake came through them at a dead run, ten years old, with two guards reaching after him and a third picking himself up off the corridor floor. They had refused him entry twice. I’d learned that later, that Thorin had come to those doors twice during the council and been turned away twice, gently, correctly, a child sent back to his rooms while the adults decided the

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.

Ichabod winked at her and then stood up, he walked further away from Tracey who laughed as he talked to himself. “Odin, I need your help.” Silence... “Odin, I mean it, please, you need to help.” Silence... “Well, I can only assume that your silence means a yes.” He said, spotting a sharp pin lying on the floor. Quickly, he picked it up. Then he turned around, “come on, let’s go.” “So what did your beast say?” Tracy asked excitedly. “Oh, he’s sleeping, I will wake him up soon.” He said, putting the pin in his pocket, “a sharp pain will do the trick.”

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.

He placed a soft kiss on my forehead. “Are you sure you want to go home and pick up some stuff?” “I won’t have any clothes if not.” “I can take you shopping in the morning to get anything you need.” “What about to sleep in tonight?” “I can lend you a shirt,” his wicked smile was back. “Oh really, What’s with the wicked smile Mr. Thorn?” “Just imagining you in one of my shirts.” “Ok. Take me to yours.” “Are you sure?” “Yes. The longer I let the dust settle the better to be honest.”