Lee Pace Thranduil Novels & Stories

(DEEP SIGH)" I mumble tiredly. —Training Room— "Belegurth, Araphor" king thranduel call his two sons upon seeing them inside the training room cleaning their sword and armor. "Father," Belegurth and araphor said at the same time standing up from the chair and bow. "Belegurth come to the throne room later me and your mother has something to say to you and araphor go get your sister limiel" King thranduel said and his two son bow as a yes and he leaves the training room with his guard. "My lady, I'm here for your breakfast" my maid called outside my door.

“He can mist to her without knowing where she is. I’ve done it. He just has to be angry enough.” Closing his eyes as he shook his head, he sighed because he knew when Teddy reached Tessa, the gates of hell would open on whoever was holding her. “That won’t be a problem for him, trust me.” Haldir nodded as he sheathed his sword behind his back. “Thank you for that.” Grabbing his hatchet, he moaned out a pained breath as he tucked it into his chest strap. “Shit! I should never have left them.”

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.

The afternoon meeting with a new supplier was dragging on, as it concluded my phone began to ring. It was one of the bodyguards I had hired for Leila. “Mr. Thorn, I’m sorry sir but she gave me the slip.” “What do you mean!” My tone came out harsher than intended. “As Leila left work, she took a turning she doesn’t normally take, and I was blocked by traffic. By the time I took the turning I had lost sight of her.”

As he watched Jrue pull Lora to him, he sat in the middle of the throne, FIVE YEARS AGOTyndale entered the castle, his gaze drawn to the magnificent art of architecture. He walked through the throne chamber, the tips of his fingertips scraping against the banquet table in the room's center. Charger, Raider, and Lancer, the three saints, trailed behind. Jrue Deryleen, his lieutenant, emerged from one end of the room as he approached the throne. He was wielding his dual blades, which he had wrapped around Lora's neck.

Thorin was up to a challenge, and he nodded. 'Sure, buddy. Let's win this!' I encouraged him, and we rhythmically ran, racing with Prince Alaric. When Alaric jumped to the branches, Thorin followed him with his gaze. Alaric glanced over his shoulder and grinned at us. "Release it, Thorin. Come on. That's the best you've got!" Alaric was taunting him. I thought again that Thorin would get mad, but I was wrong. He indeed released it and jumped high into the air. While Prince Alaric jumped fast and high in the air, making the branches of high trees his land, Thorin used the ground to race against him. They were both amazing.

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.

"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.

They had some reservations. Eryndor sensed Thorne's hesitation and took a step forward. "I will not ask you to do this alone," he said. "I will stand with you, and together we will triumph. Once you fight with me, your troop will get a miraculous healing power. The healing power as Lyra and Arvia's troops have already got.

“Is this real? It’s just so perfect.” Haldir inched to Mory’s back then slid his arms around her waist. Pulling her round ass back to meet his thighs, Haldir covered her arms with his big leather covered hands. Pressing his nose into her warm knit hat, Haldir rubbed his lips against the soft merino wool threads as he searched for the comforting smell of a home he only dreamed of. “Very much real. I told you I knew a short cut, didn’t I?”