Hobbit Thorin Oakenshield Novels & Stories

"The human speaks on energy patterns?" "The human is a botanist who pays attention to his surroundings," Noah retorted, crossing his arms tighter and stepping out from behind Francis’s broad shoulder. "And the human has a name. It's Noah." Gideon let out a quiet, soft chuckle,a sound so out of place in the tense room that it made Cassian’s jaw twitch. The old man stepped forward, offering a warm, weathered hand to Noah. "Welcome to Blackwood, Noah," Gideon said kindly. "I am Gideon, the pack's elder and healer. Pardon my young brothers; hospitality isn't quite the primary curriculum in a pack that has been under siege for three years."

He’d positioned himself strategically between two packs that I recognized from the map as potential allies. The doors closed, and an ancient wolf with grey hair and weathered features stood at the head of the table. “Welcome, Alphas of the North. I am Elder Tobias, neutral arbiter of this summit.” His eyes swept the room. “We have much to discuss. Including the presence of our… unexpected guest.” All eyes turned to me again. “Aria Silvermoon,” Tobias continued. “Last heir of the royal bloodline. Celestial Wolf. You’ve caused quite a stir in our territories.”

Nine was their sacred number since it connected the nine realms that existed within Yggdrasil. “I choose Gungnir, the great spear of Odin, Angurvadal, the stream of anguish, Gram, who brought death to Fafnir, Freyr’s sword, to fight when I am weak, Dáinsleif, to inflict wounds that never heal, Lævateinn, so that my step will never falter, Skofnung, the supernatural blade, Hǫfuð, the great sword of Heimdall and lastly Mjolnir.” Malachi chose his nine gifts and the rest were returned to the vault. These gifts would be sent to his house in Seward and he knew Jessica would banish them to his study.

Even from my seat I could feel the faint warmth rolling off it. “It’s firestone,” Thorin said, suddenly shy for the first time all day. “From our mountain. It stays warm, always. And it glows a little, when it gets dark.” He paused, then finished quietly, “So you won’t ever be afraid of the dark.” My heart performed a maneuver I chose not to examine. Across the table, Ciera was carefully studying her plate with the smile of a mother who had absolutely helped pick the stone but would deny it under oath.

3 Sebastian’s home was located in the neighboring estate; it was a ten-minute drive. Sebastian waved at me when he saw him, he was so anxious that he had waited for me in front of his house. He was a tall guy about as tall as me with beautiful hair. His hair was thick and wavy blonde, sometimes I felt envious of his hair. Mine was just ebony brown and straight and long, like a rock type of person.

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.”

Show sincerity? Seek forgiveness? In front of the Walbeer family manor, Thorin knelt on the ground, listening to Frank's furious roar and the sound of the phone being hung up, feeling as though he had fallen into an icy abyss. He turned deathly pale. "J—Jonathan... You beast!" Thorin, usually as steady as a mountain, had lost all his previous composure. He pushed himself up from the ground with both hands. He grabbed his phone fiercely, and as he dialed Jonathan's number, he roared hoarsely, "You little beast! You damned mongrel! I wish I could—"

Thorin replied as he managed to get himself to his feet through sheer willpower alone. “BROTHER NOW!” Lokison nodded and reversed the mechanism of his spell releasing Rogue who was beyond aggravated.. Rogue upon his release attacked the first thing he could see and that was Odin.. … A fierce punch struck the all father unexpectedly causing him to stagger backwards, followed by a strong kick to the midsection sending him tumbling into his throne.. Thorin ceased the moment and called forth Mjolnir, his trusted weapon and fling it at Odin who was getting up hitting him on the chin pushing the all father back..

“You reeked of fear out there. Don’t try to act like you didn’t feel it.” “I was focused!” I argued. “I was trying to keep us alive, while you sat back and let me handle everything.” “Oh, because you did such a fantastic job,” Thorin sneered. “Look at your arm. Look at the state of you. You call this leadership?” “Don’t lecture me about leadership!” I shouted, my fists clenching despite the pain. “At least I did something. You’re the one who ran scared. A wolf too afraid to fight? You should be ashamed of yourself.”

"We don't know who this person is; he always sends his messenger to deliver the message." "You risked your lives for a man who you've never even seen,” Thane commented, clearly amused by their stupidity “What is the name of his messenger?" "I don't know," the man said. Thane wasn't satisfied with that answer. He unsheathed his dagger, "Thorin—the messenger's name was... Thorin." The man stuttered out. "Good”, Thane says, retreating. “When was the last time you spoke to him?" "Three days ago, that had been before we got into this pack."