Lee Pace Thranduil Novels & Stories

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

Mumbles seep from their lips while they speak from the gospels of their homeland. Troy is about to join them but he stops with his mentor near the edge of one of the alleyway patios. With Scar to his side, he asks one finally question. “Will you be there? After its all done? Scar?” The orc nods his head. “Aye I will be there Troy. All though they have enough masters to preform the spell, I will be their overlooking and watching.” After he had the confirmation of his presence, he walks over to the rest of his friends and family. The prince of the flame listens in on the mumbles that the twins speak and then his eyes linger down to the dwarf that stands up and folds his arms looking over to Tr

Concordia, Eleven Hundred Years Before The ornate armour of Thaelen’s ancestors creaked and clanked, the extra weight on his body making each footstep heavy on the ground, but its appearance was a visual reminder of his heritage as Thaelen fronted the approach of his army to the war camp of Lord Kellen, Aeri and Nothran, the vampire soldiers leaving their tasks to line up behind the three Lords as they moved to greet him. “This is close enough, my king,” Hod murmured.

He smirked, making Deliana raise an eyebrow at him. "Have you not seen boobs before?" She asked coldly. "None that are…" He flinched as Deliana tied his stomach painfully tight. I stepped away, he was in good hands, and obviously with a good view. I turned to see Theon breaking or crushing every bone in Theoden’s body one by one, his aura swirling around him. "For Mom… Thalia…" He kept listing them all, Iyara, Thea, me, our packs, the kingdom…

Where was Darren? The dragons told me that he was no longer on the battlefield and that he went searching for me. Somehow he’d vanished, and they were concerned he may have been captured. My mate would not have been easily captured. If he was taken, there would be evidence left behind. It would be hard to completely subdue him without a fight, especially with his immunity to most poisons. As I approached the main throne room, I felt a tiny hand place theirs on my arm. I looked down to see beautiful silver eyes and jet black hair. It was the little dragon prince, Thorin, who had taken a shine to me.