Novel & Cerita Knight Lord Of The Rings

The Knight behind The Empress’ throne. He’s dressed in something that’s both armor and not, and almost too elaborate for a solider. He bows gallantly once he’s close to our sitting place. There’s not a hint of emotion on his face, deep blue eyes clear and alert. He looks like someone from a fairytale, the Knight who had come to defeat the dragon and save the people. “Your Majesty,” He straightens with his hands behind his back, then nods his head in my direction “Lady Sigmond.”

Why didn't they warn us that there is a probability that we might get eaten by trolls? “Halt! In the name of the Eastern Kingdom,” sir Rowan, the lead Knight grits out. “By decree of the Eastern Crown, we travel under royal passage. State your business, or clear the road!” He is trying to be brave, but I can see… the trembling of his hands, the way his voice wavers at the end. The troll that spoke stops, its head tilting slightly as if studying him. The other troll let out a low rumble, more like a growl than words

"Nice to meet you too, Louise." "Introduce, the Silverwall Knights Special Forces leader, Otho." Louise continued, pointing at the brave knight wearing the conical helmet on the face. The knight also bowed in salute. Lillian hurriedly returned the greeting while giggling happily. “Look, Phill! Real knights!" "I know, that's great, right?" replied Phillip with a similar euphoria. “But I'm also a real knight. How come you guys weren't this happy when you met me,” Louise muttered as she squeaked.

"He has the silver scepter. He has the Soul-Seekers. If you help us, we can fight them together. If you don't, they’ll burn this forest down just to find us." Sora looked at my hand, at the glowing silver mark. She reached out, her dirty fingers trembling as she touched the air near my palm. She could feel the heat. She could feel the life. "The Bridge," she whispered. "The stories were true." A sudden blast of silver light hit the trees at the edge of the clearing. One of the ancient oaks exploded into splinters. The First Knight had arrived. He rode into the clearing on a white horse that looked more like a statue than a living thing. His silver armor was flawless, reflecting the moonlight

“Let’s hope he’s on our side.” Lord Amrynn rode amongst a force of six knights, and they stopped within arrow fall of the stronghold. I knew there was a marker that the lords used to know where they were within the safety of their walls, and where they were not. Lord Amrynn dismounted and walked to the edge of his safety zone. Leongrad and I walked to within a man’s length of him. “Lord Amrynn,” I greeted him. The Lord was handsome and young, his blonde hair held no silver threads, but his eyes were weary and heavily shadow and there was a pale draw to his face that spoke of someone burdened with sleepless nights.

He loved listening to stories, especially ones about knights and heroes. Rory began to speak, her words weaving a tale of Sir Lancelot and King Arthur. She spoke of how Sir Lancelot had been the bravest and most loyal of all the knights, always ready to defend his king and his country. Marcus listened with rapt attention, his mind filled with images of sword fights and daring rescues. He could almost hear the clash of steel as Sir Lancelot battled his enemies and the cheers of the crowds as he rode through the streets.

"I see. But will you be winning the tournament?" Lyon paused and stood frozen. Arthur grinned as he continued to walk forward leaving the boy alone. Lyon knew that his identity could not be released to the public, since he was the only fire mage within the kingdom. His name as a knight blew up as The Reaper or Masked Reaper, thus his true identity was not revealed. Although a few nobilities have known him since he was young. Then again Lyon closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, he gave out a strong exhale before speaking.

He knew what he had to do, but he couldn't help but wonder how Hwa would react. After they had finished their meal, Yeon got down on one knee and pulled out the ring. Hwa's eyes widened in surprise, "Hwa, Will you marry me? ---------------------------------------------------TBC--------------------------------------------------------------

she then asked in a teasing manner. She tried to assess the person who was seated in front of her, studying his features carefully. Arthur Knight, the CEO of A. K. Media, has a strong angular face and his dark hair was swept carelessly, parting at the sides. Long dark lashes hid pale blue eyes, the shape and colour were a familiar sight to her. The Knight siblings were all blessed with almond shaped and light blue eyes which were similar to Abigail's. He has strong broad shoulders, probably broader than Aaron's and if he worked out as hard as his womanising brother, a sculpted and lithe body should be hidden underneath that white and pristine Ralph Lauren shirt.