Instant Legolas の小説・ストーリー

Iliya smiled wholeheartedly as she set her eyes on her father and greeted with a bow, with two knees on the ground. Lord Eradnel stood with a smile, though he was old enough to be weak, his strength was as fresh as youth. The Lords of the Elves were blessed with a partial immortality, but so less so that there would always be new Lords. "What a pleasant surprise. Stand, my daughter, Legolas Elanaoragorn rejoices today. Come!" She rushed Into his arms and he kept her in his warm, loving and comforting bossom. "I have missed you so much, father"

Break for another 5 minutes until Uncle Jocelyn's youngest child walks up and challenges me. Legolas, 22 years old. Yes, we are the same age. I would say that Legolas is the type of person who thinks he has everything figured out. But sadly, no, instead, people found him the fastest. He is gullible when he tries to act tough. Like someone I once knew. "I figured out your strategy," Legolas smirked. I rolled my eyes. The truth is, I don't have any strategy when it comes to fighting. My body just moves accordingly. My grandmother called me a born warrior, whatever she meant, which I didn't mind.

Even so, a bare-chested old man with silver hair and a beard was staring expressionlessly in the direction of the foot of Mount Rospids while holding a large bow in his hand. A century ago, when Legolas was guarding the country’s border, he made his name by shooting his arrow to slice through the sky and swiftly beheading tens of thousands of invaders. He was also dubbed as Dragun Squad’s third almighty Demigods, following Spartacus and Maxime. Behind Legolas, four more individuals sequentially appeared. Each of them had the imperious aura and exuded the prestige of a powerhouse. All of them were Dragun Squad’s Demigods, and they formed the backbone of the organization.

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

Legolas frowns and looks at Leon, questioning his decision again. “I will.” Leon calmly answers, he looks at Legolas straight in the eye, “Isn’t Nereid also an ancient species? Avoiding fight without your enemy showing up? How did you end up graded S?” Legolas looks beyond angry; I see he takes his species as top pride too. “This is land, not in water.” Legolas looks around, “I could kill you all within 10 seconds in water.” “Sheesh.” Finn suddenly stops him, he is looking at the horizon, I am not sure if I see excitement in his eyes.

Lana opens her lips as if to say something, but as if she’s being pulled by strings, her body stiffens, and her eyes go completely black. The hair on my neck rises as Apolliana’s lips curl into a sneer, and she rips the now useless siphon necklace from her neck, “I watched as the Lamb opened the first of the seven seals. Then I heard one of the four living creatures say in a voice like thunder, "Come and see!" I looked, and there before me was a white horse! Its rider held a bow, and she was given a crown, and she rode out as a conqueror bent on conquest.

I close my eyes to control my thoughts. I cried out as another excruciating pain grips me, my back arches of the bed, bucking Legolas off my body for a quick second, with the impact of my bones snapping. The idiot either didn’t notice that my hands had formed into claws or he refused to believe what he saw as real. He dismisses what his eyes told him, then he jumps back on me. This time, he climbs higher up my body, blocking the air from my chest.

It all looked and smell like burnt skin, and I had just realized that I was bucked naked, with chaffed skin all over my body, my hands went to my face feeling the same harsh skin. "Yup, you're not as pretty as you used to now aren't you? at least you still got your height. Me? she freaking cursed me as a midget gargoyle complete with a fucking tail. Maybe she has mistaken me with cupid, but lately, I knew it was her ways of taunting with my destiny." He gruffly said while walking his little feet in front of me, I caught up to him in no time. "I'm Arkael...how long have you been here?" I said to him lowly, still trying to adjust with my body and the flow of information that flooded my brain.

Niamh's hair seemed to glow in the night, and when the moon's light shone upon it, her hair resembled embers of an undying fire against her armor. The answer to the question of their destination was answered eventually when the company rode into Shandalar's village. The owner of the King's Pub was mounted, and as the royal guard continued through the village, Shandalar and many other Elves appeared from between houses and trees, joining ranks with wordless greetings. The trees, themselves, seemed to part the let the company through, as though they knew the importance of the mission.

Are now started to cast a spell trying to locate where the Princess was it can’t, only purple-black polar lights show, “It does not track, it can’t…” Isilme couldn't even turn around because he didn't have enough time. A loud cracking noise woke him up, and he felt something long and hairy grab him around the middle and lift him off the ground, hanging facedown. He heard more clicking and saw the children's legs leave the ground, heard the horses and others sobbing and howling, and the next thing he knew, he was being pushed aside into the dark trees. With his head down low, Legolas noticed that whatever held him was walking on six very long, hairy legs, the front two of which were gripping