Hobbits Dancing Novels & Stories

“We’ll have to dance our way there.” He blinked at me. “What?” I pointed subtly toward the crowded dance floor between us and the Alpha. “If we move through the dancers, it won’t look suspicious,” I whispered. “No one will question two people dancing.” Rohan looked at the dance floor like it had personally offended him. “I don’t know how to dance.” I stared at him. “You’re joking.” “I’m not.” I narrowed my eyes slightly. “You expect me to believe that?” He lifted one shoulder in a careless shrug.

I spit back. " I know...... I'm just...... I'm just trying to help" Orion says sadly. We watch from the window as Bonnie and Diana take to the dancefloor. "Is this how humans dance?" Orion says in a shocked tone. I smile at Diana who is twirling and laughing as her and Bonnie dance hand in hand. They trip over each others feet and roll in fits of laughter on the floor. They help each other up only to fall down again minutes later bumping into other guests and taking them down as they go.

The four teens peered through the crowd. They could see nothing yet. And so they tried to make their way to the front to check out the center of the fun. They were surprised to see a short person dancing. She must be only about 3-feet tall. Her body was a bit stout, and her head was also a bit big on her shoulders. Her ears, neck, arms and legs were covered with jewelries made of gold, bronze and lapis. “A dwarf?” Diana turned to Elise grinning with an eyebrow lifted high, looking amazed. “They are entertained by a dancing dwarf?”

I shout over the music, doubling over with laughter as he tries—tries—to follow Fabiana’s lead. “I’m dancing!” he protests, flailing his limbs in a way that makes him look more like a baby giraffe learning to walk than an adult human at a wedding. “You’re... moving,” I correct, barely able to catch my breath. “Let’s not call it dancing.” Fabiana chimes in, her laughter just as loud. “I think he’s inventing a whole new genre.”

I feel bad for her as she still hasn't found her male and she is such a carnal wolf. The music abruptly shifts into one of a more fast-paced rhythm and the younger juveniles rise from their seats racing towards the centre to dance with their friends and family. "Instead of drinking here why don't we head towards the dance floor like the old times?" Orien hollers through the blaring music handing each of us a drink, mine smells surprisingly strong I hope I do not get too intoxicated I need to spend time with Phobos tonight.

he says with a wink. I look over to Johnny who has his jaw clenched, staring daggers at Damon. Damon pulls me to my feet, swirls me around and leads me straight to the dancefloor. Once on the floor we start shaking our hips to the beat of the music. We join a large circle of people who all seem to know Damon. Damon is a great dancer. He teaches me his best hip- hop and breakdance moves, which I replicate with ease. I am having so much fun. The DJ releases water cannons, which aim straight for us. Within seconds we are soaked, our clothes and hair sticking to our bodies. The circle opens up and it is my turn to show off my moves. My dorky childish side takes over and I do every move from the

The meat tastes like ash in my mouth, but I chew and swallow and smile. Musicians strike up a lively tune in the corner, lutes and drums filling the hall with sound. Pack members begin to dance, spinning and laughing, the mead flowing freely. Pete watches them with satisfaction, like a lord surveying his domain. "Dance with me," he says suddenly, standing and offering his hand. The music shifts to something slower, more romantic. I take his hand because refusing would cause a scene, and let him lead me to the center of the hall. The crowd parts, forming a circle around us, torchlight casting our shadows long across the stone floor.

The only pup still on his feet was a dragon. Thorin had been granted a late bedtime in honor of the occasion and was spending it stationed near the podium, upright in his court dress, fighting yawns with the discipline of a soldier on watch and losing approximately every third engagement. Ciera had coaxed him into one stiff, careful dance. He had bowed afterward. The ladies of the kingdoms were never going to recover.

The tears come, and I sob, helpless to stop them. “Ah, my puppets tell me something interesting, Raven. Your lovely husband and his merry band of are making their way here.” He smirked. “How charming. Let’s give them a warm welcome, shall we?”

I do so enjoy dancing, don't you? 'Yes, Miss Brogan, I do. I really do. Shall we go faster?' And we did, waltzing around and around, faster and faster as the snowflakes spun and twisted in the air, doing their own waltz in time to the music in my head. Or was it real music? I didn't know, but it was always playing whenever I visited Narnia. Tumnus was laughing now, and so was I, and we danced until finally, we collapsed on our backs in the snow.