Hobbits Dancing Novels & Stories

"But I didn't mean we should actually...and besides the..." But Hawk gently grabbing my arm, putting an end to my protest. "Just stop overthinking and come here." "This is so ridiculous though," I said between chuckles. "Who cares?" Came his lighthearted reply. Despite myself, it wasn't long before my body betrayed me, and I found myself Dancing along with Hawk. And so, we stayed, two laughing teenagers Dancing some crazy ass moves which were way off rhythm when compared to the slow song that was on. But we didn't care, we just let ourselves go crazy. Spent from our little Dancing exercise, we both collapsed on the bed, erupting into fits of laughter.

I declare loudly. The warriors clap. Tara laughs so hard she had to sit down. Mommy makes a toast with juice and declares it, “The most majestic coronation in the history of the forest.” Ash leans toward me, voice low. “Mr. Tibbles says he wants a dance.” “With you or with me?” I ask. “With both of us of course.” It makes sense. We’re his most loyal and worthy companions. After cake, which Ash cut with Mr. Tibbles sword, and storytelling, mostly about Mr. Tibbles’ heroic rescue of the sparkle-toad kingdom, people start wandering back toward their cottages. “I want my dagger back,” mommy tells me before she leaves.

"Your first gift from the upper years is surviving eye contact with me." She laughs at her own joke, drops the succubusfrequency to a social setting, and opens the ball. There are other teachers present, standing in composed clusters along the walls, fulfilling their attendance obligations. None of them are dancing. Hilbert is dancing. He leads, because of course he does, and his hand at my waist is proper, positioned, and somehow more charged than if it weren't. We move through the opening steps and he turns me out and brings me back, and my spine meets his chest for one moment, his heartbeat distinct through the thin layers between us.

“Hao was riding towards the mountains They play under the high mountains The elven women broke into dance. “Dismount your horse and dance” The elf maid reached out her hand, “Come now, Hao, dance with me” “Dancing with you – I cannot, For tomorrow my wedding is to be held.” Hao, Hao, come dance with me, A “head” of gold, I shall grant thee. A “head” of gold, I wouldn’t mind having, But dancing with you – that I’ll never do!

Mia whispers and stops abruptly in the doorway. "Yeah." Even though I was expecting luxury, the celebration was even better than I thought it would be. People are dancing, for starters. Like, dancing in a ballroom scene from a movie. From what I remember from Barbie: Nutcracker, I think this dance is a waltz. But my memory of cartoons isn't enough to compete here. Everyone seems well-prepared for this kind of event. They might have practiced a lot. Anyway, I don't think they'll be doing the Cha Cha Slide soon. But dancing isn't my biggest problem right now.

He looks over his shoulder at me, and I can see the candlelight reflected in his dark eyes. There's something raw in his expression. Not pleading exactly. But desperate. Like he knows I'm being pulled away again, like sand through his fingers, and there's nothing he can do to stop it. The muscle in his jaw ticks once, twice. We both only watch on, as both now take to the floor. Hidi is clearly beaming with joy, broken from her dark stupor, to be leading the dance again. While Nicoli’s shoulder fell slightly before resigning himself to yet another dance, a calmer smile graced his face while the veiled women and their dancing partners adjusted to the giants size back on the floor.

Alexa had threatened me against dancing on stage but the children had given me another chance and I wouldn’t let their happiness be destroyed because of my past. Just like we had practiced, Zenobia and Jackson started by dancing toward the stage. They bowed to each other as the song began. First, it started fast and Jackson showed off his hip-hop talent by doing a break dance then he moved towards Zenobia who twirled around until she landed in his arms.

I ask him. "All I want to do is dance with you, and for you to dance with me." He waves his hand at me. "I'm the king, Eliz'bella." I put my hands on my waist defiantly. "Kings can dance, too." Suddenly, I begin to sway in time with the music, my hips lifting and dropping with each drum beat. "Can't they? Or are kings too cowardly to show off their crazy dancing skills?" People watch with curiosity. Some of the whores back in my Village put on a show for the men in bars, moving their hips sensually just like I'm doing right now.

She gave a banshee a run for its money as she exercised the full range of her lungs. “My shoes! Those were my favorite pair you doofus!” She scowled at me even as she did a weird sort of dancing… er shaking? You know when a tiny insect is in your clothes at a party and you are trying to act cool by not reaching and yanking that sucker out, but you just keep shimmying like someone who’s having a seizure? Now imagine a tall brunette holding a tray laden with food hopping on one foot in a circle going “Oh my Gosh” over and over again while the black stain only spread across her dress?