Lee Pace As Thranduil Novels & Stories

These were the fruits of a land that had been given back its soul. "The southern shipments have arrived," Thane said, entering the room. He wore a simple tunic of dark wool, his obsidian blade now resting more often in its scabbard than in his hand. He looked younger, the lines of constant vigilance around his eyes softened by peace. He stopped behind my chair, his hand resting naturally on my shoulder. The bond between us had deepened into something steady and unbreakable. "And the northern elders?" I asked, leaning back into his touch.

But there was no humor in it. Darius’s hands curled into fists. “You expect us to believe that? That you’re—” His words cut off. Because Theoden wasn’t arguing. Wasn’t denying it. He simply said, “Selene.” Luka blinked. “What?” Theoden exhaled. “Her name,” he said quietly, but firmly. “It was never Willow.” He met their eyes, watching them unravel. “Her name is Selene.” Darius shook his head. “No. That—no.”

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.

"Enter. We'll hear your claim." ________ The hall had filled fast, almost the entire pack, the elders, warriors were all present with my sons at my side. Thorne proclaimed his challenge boldly. "I claim succession rights. Duel me, my brothers. The winner takes the throne—and her power." He said, pointing at Elara. Kael stepped forward first, with an axe in hand. "You want a fight? You've got one." The duel was set in the courtyard, as rain turning the dirt to mud, pack circling like wolves around prey. Thorne moved with unnatural grace, his strength seem like they werr enhanced by something. Kael charged at him with powerful swings that had felled hybrids before.

I remained at the edge of the camp, staring toward the Den. Somewhere inside, Lyra was waiting. I would find her tomorrow and I would remind her who she was. Or die trying. I slipped back in quietly, alone, keeping watch over the pack one last time before I made my move tomorrow. Just as I was about to step away, a flicker of movement near the Den entrance made me freeze. Lyra. And Thorin. They stood close beneath the torchlight. Too close. Thorin was speaking to her in a low voice, his hand lifting to brush a loose strand of hair from her face. His fingers lingered against her cheek before sliding down to the edge of her dress, adjusting the fabric on her shoulder like he had every right to

He knew that Elinor was looking forward to his arrival, and it was an added motivation for him to return to her arms soon. "Calm down, Elinor. I'll be home soon. We'll be reunited again and enjoy the calm after this battle. I miss you too," Thane said softly through their bond. Thane also promised himself to return to Elinor's arms as soon as he completed his duties as the new leader of this united group. The interaction between them continued. No matter what Thane was doing where he was, Elinor could see it.

"The wards—" "The wards never kept the ash at bay," interrupted Councilor Thorne, a pack leader of Thane Thrain himself. His voice was grizzled, weathered in his seventieth winters, each word weighed, each word thought. "They could not keep us hidden from whatever beast left the tracks. Why would they protect us from Draven himself?"

“What—” And then she was behind him, kicking his leg out. The fire winked out instantly, leaving him coughing and stunned. Lyra dusted her hands. “You were saying?” The crowd erupted in gasps. Even some of the elves clapped hesitantly. Lily grinned. “And that’s how you make an entrance.” Next came Caleb and Cameron — the Thane twins. “Team battle,” the announcer called. “Caleb and Cameron Thane of Paranormal High versus Auren and Lethiel of Sylvaren Academy.”

His anger doesn't scare me but his lust sure does. "My grandfather, King Lucas Vlček had twins. One was named Adrian and the other Aragorn. Aragorn was the older twin therefore, the heir to their father's throne. King Lucas always believed in status and royalty. He didn't accept my father when he introduced a lowly wolf peasant's daughter as his mate. They made him choose between the throne and his mate. My father being a fool that he was, he left the throne for his mate! A few years later, I was born and some more years passed by before Lucian was born.

Lotta and Isaac chime in unison, expressing their eagerness for a tour of the palace. “We’ll accompany you,” I state. “No, no, you stay here. Your foot needs to rest.” Lucy says. “Princess Diandra, I’m sure you would like to tell them about the picture your family gifted us,” Lucy says. I watch as she holds Lotta’s and Isaac’s hands. Reluctantly, I watch as Lucy guides Lotta and Isaac away, leaving me alone with Thorin. His quiet words cut through the air, a stark reminder of the dangers lurking within the palace walls.