Hobbits Dancing Novels & Stories

she grumbles, not thinking to comply with his request or return to the bench. - If you put on shoes, I will teach you how to dance sirtaki. Is it coming? Hank offers a deal, at the same time shaking a barely open bottle: “Alcohol and dancing are a great way to warm up.” - It's coming. I warn you, I'm graceful as an elephant.

Just earth, fire, sky… and the sound of freedom being celebrated. Whisky flowed like rivers, and meat roasted on spits over open flames—glazed with honey and herbs, dripping fat onto crackling wood. People danced wildly, stomping in beat to the drums, kilts flying, limbs flailing, laughter erupting like battle cries. They danced with abandon, with joy, with bare feet and bare everything else. Yes. I looked. Once. Maybe twice. For research. And look, if you’re not supposed to glance when a six-foot warrior leaps into the air with a war cry and zero underwear, then I don’t want to live in this realm.

I found them by the towering drop tower ride. Michael stood there, cradling Nina gently in his arms. Janine, whose flawless makeup was still intact, coaxed her daughter to eat cake, "Come on, sweetie. I'll take a bite first, then you can have one." She smiled, took a delicate bite, and lifted a spoonful for Nina. However, Nina turned away, lips trembling. "Daddy, you take a bite first. Then, I’ll eat." Michael froze for a second. "Daddy, don’t you like me?" she whined, her pout melting into giggles as she finally accepted the cake from Janine’s hand.

he asked, glancing down at me, looking unusually short. Then it hit me—I was wearing seven-inch heels. "Sure!" I grinned as he led me to the dancefloor. As we approached, the music shifted to a high-energy song about "shots, shots, shots," and I couldn’t help but jump around with wild enthusiasm, swaying my hips. Mirabelle and a few others joined us, showcasing their exotic dance moves. "Are you having fun?" Mirabelle shouted over the loud music. I shouted back with urgency, "Yes! Thanks so much for inviting me!"

He moves and holds it out. “Thank you, but you keep it or share it with your brother and sister.” “I’m good. Share it with Lotta,” Thorin says, and I watch them rush off. “Can I have this dance?” Thorin looks at me; nodding, I laugh. “Of course, like I would object.” I reach out my hand, and we dance together, his eyes on my foot. “Are you hurt, Mummy?” He asks, looking at it. “I tripped; Mummy was clumsy,” I say while laughing. I don’t want to cause trouble, and Thorin, well, he will.

the MC shouted into his wireless mic, bowing low, “To initiate our royal festivities, the Cho family has flown in the principal dancers of the National Ballet to perform the dance, Midnight Elves! Please enjoy the show!” Immediately, the elegant ballet performance began as the dancers began leaping effortlessly across a stage lined with artificial mist. But as the show played out, Eleanor noticed that Brittany’s entire group, including the birthday girl Amy, looked completely distracted. They were huddled tightly over their smartphones, typing frantically and sharing hidden glances.

Clapping of hands, gentle movements of the feet and upper parts of their bodies, almost, regal in nature. I must have been gaping, because Ronn taps my arm. 'You look like you just saw wolves dancing', he says loudly, over the din of the music and cheering. 'Yeah. Do they though?' I ask and he laughs quietly. 'No, they don't. Come. Let me teach you the little I can'. 'I thought you said you don't dance'. 'Not in public'. I smile at the amusing thought of Ronn dancing secretly in his room or in front of the canal. It doesn't fit.

“God, so much anger in The Hobbit!” I gasp because he’s told me about The Hobbit. “Say one more thing about my height, and I’ll drown you.” “Oh,” he pouts. “You’re threatening, but like, in a very adorable way.” “I am going to kill you now!” He laughs, the sound warm and bright against the rushing river around us. The water only reaches our knees here, sunlight dancing over the surface while smooth stones press against our feet. Between us sits a growing pile of tiny pearls we’ve found buried in shells near the riverbank.

It takes a full minute before I'm able to hear the heartfelt speech coming from the microphone. "...pride and joy..." When the dancing begins, Duncan winks at me as he stands. I start to rise but stop as he leans down and speaks to Grandma. "Helen, would you give me the honor of a dance?" A lump forms in my throat. My grandma is glowing. Her eyes twinkle as she takes his hand. Together they walk toward the dance floor. Compared to his six-foot-plus build, she is petite, and when she looks up at him, her cheeks are pink and full of joy. As if they belong on a seventies TV show—the one with bubbles that my grandparents used to watch—as the music plays they glide across the dance floor.