Lego Elves Characters Novels & Stories

"Do you put oats in the tank or does the horse drink gasoline? I'm a little confused as to how it all works." The elf moved sideways, his feet crisscrossing as he stepped. He swung his sword back and forth with one hand. His skin was a bluish gray, his pointy ears poked through his mane of white hair, and his red cat eyes were narrowed slits as he stared at Rhychard, waiting to cut him down. The elf wore dark pants that looked like they were costumes from Little House on the Prairie and a coarse long-sleeve tunic. He had leather boots with points that matched his ears. His fingers had nails that seemed like mini daggers. It was almost as if he were a miniature version of Vargas.

The guards stood in front of them bowing down as they said-" My lord... the little girl is dead...What shall we do next?" The guards who were working for him didn't seem to be a human or Elf or Wizards... they were monsters... Their body was like a human but their legs were disappeared in long shadow smoke that formed under. Each of them was armed with various armours. Their voice was sounded like a bull's given voice.

he asked in a choked, uneasy voice. I felt moved. He wasn't afraid of death—he was afraid that I'd die with him. He was still talking, so I decided to simply put my hand over his mouth. "Shut up." He was stunned. His ears twitched a little, and I reached out to touch them. They were smooth and somewhat relieved my nervousness. A half-elf's ears were sensitive. Elwin's breathing hitched, and he struggled to endure my touch. I didn't notice this as I was busy tending to his leg injury. After inspecting his leg, I discovered that he fortunately only suffered a fracture, and his leg hadn't been dislocated.

The silence of the house wrapped around me until the faint sound of laughter reached my ears. I entered the living room quietly, and saw Eric sitting there. His sleeves were rolled to the elbows, his blazer resting over the armrest. He was reading from a picture book, the softness of his voice filled the air. Beside him, curled up and wide-eyed, was Jace, who listened intently. "Mr Eric Lawson, Are legos real?" Jace asked, his tiny hand resting on Eric's arm. Eric chuckled. "They're real, alright. But they're only meant for kids to play with."

The high-ranking officials are mostly the creatures and only a handful are human while the servants are all humans. So far, I found out that there are werewolves, vampires, demons, elves, fairies, ogres and giants. Surprisingly, unlike what earth pictured them, the creatures of Eldoria are mostly gorgeous people. They are not hideous or scary-looking. The vampires are as white as snow with different eye colors and they move quickly. The demons have horns, but their horns come in different shapes. The elves are thin and they have vines wrapped around their arms and legs. They have pointed ears and sharp eyes. So far, I have only seen three giants and I think they are at least 8 feet tall. The

The kittens mewed around them, which added to the cheerful chaos of the morning. Amy’s gaze fell on the boxes. She approached the children and curiously asked, “Star, Night, what’s all this? Where did they come from?” Star and Night exchanged glances. Hugging one of the boxes tightly, Night looked at Amy before lowering his head to answer, “Mr. Lewis brought this Lego set from abroad, Mommy.” Blinking innocently, Star added, “I got a limited-edition toy too. Mr. Lewis bought it for me.” She really treasured the gift.

Dante’s POV "There goes the menace." I murmured as I watched Irene walk out of the front door and carefully adjusted a microscopic plastic hinge. "Zia Irene is not a menace, Papa.” Elara corrected me immediately with the kind of tone she had absolutely inherited from me. "She is a tactical distraction.” I let out a soft chuckle, leaning back on the rug. I was wearing dark slacks and a charcoal button-down, sitting cross-legged on the floor, completely surrounded by thousands of brightly colored Lego pieces.

Those who live for ever see know reason to hurry. Even the shortest elf was taller than most werewolves so it wasn't hard to spot them over the heads of the pack. They stood straight and the expression on each of the elves faces was a mask of perfect serenity. They're hair was long and flowed down their backs almost unaffected by the wind. Their wore loose flowing robes of green and yellow that his their footsteps so that they appeared to float up the path and to the patient alpha.

She approached me with a primal stare and it was then I noticed how tall she actually was. “You’ve caused a lot of trouble Elsa, a great deal of trouble. Follow us.” She turned, without sparing me a second, walking back to the bridge. The other werewolves turned back to humans too, in the blue uniform. Their outfits weren’t affected but that's no surprise because werewolf outfits, uniforms and battle suits are crafted from a fabric called lerithium. This fabric adapts to the current werewolves size both in werewolf and human form adapting magically immediately.

Noah quickly made his way around the latecomers and leaned down to pick Jace up who was practically in tears as he looked horrified at the people who appeared out of thin air. As Noah pulled him up from the ground, Jace's eyes roamed each person before landing on the last one. His face lit up, his mouth open and he took a breath in as he lifted his hand, and pointed. "He's real! L-Legolas is r-real!" Jace said, with so much excitement as he stared at the elf.