Novel & Cerita Legolas And Aragorn

"Then don't." Skylar locked her lips onto his, and her small tongue slipped into his mouth. They kissed, a slow intimate kiss, before she snuggled her head into his chest and shut her eyes. She was asleep in seconds. * * * * * "Aragorn!" Lucas screwed his head to his right and saw a short, chubby guy waving at him enthusiastically. A big grin broke on his lips, and they crashed into one another in a heartfelt embrace. Lucas pulled away and held Bobby at arm's length. "You look different, old friend. Have you lost some weight?"

Cassie, glowing with new motherhood; Seraphina and Malthea, runes still smoldering on their palms; Cassian, standing proud; and Aragorn, wrapped in golden light. “Then we stand,” Bain said firmly. “And we shine.”

No, you're not," thought Marcus, arms folded and watching the red-haired man with the slightest blink of an eye. -My name is Ruan," said the other, this blond and very cool in his coarse hair and black eyes, "and I am for you as for me. It was this phrase that was irritating Marcus a lot, but he would never show how much this damn code messed with his jealousy. Good thing this is the last one. -My name is Michael," he reminded her of Aragorn from The Lord of the Rings, even in the color and style of his hair and eyes, "and I am to you as myself.

I would take it. Saraya reached out for the hand of a teenage girl, making her lowered to sit on the bench placed in front of her. I watched her eyes blaze as she healed the girl. Knowing too much of that would drain her, I held my mouth to Tabitha's ear and whispered, "Help mama out." Then I directed my gaze at Keanu, his innocent knowing eyes held mine and he wiggled out of Aragorn’s arms. Gesturing to Aragorn and Duke to let them go, the two hurried to their mother.

And at that very moment, the two kings emerged from the door, looking furious and shocked at the same time. "What happened, Maven?!" Ranulf demanded the demon sorcerer, as he takes the wounded wolf under his wings. Arkael was cursing when he got to my side, I was not listening to him as the immense pain hits me. I was holding on to Arkael while muffling my screams onto his chest. I could feel the ointment was making the wound magically stitched itself back together, it was like having your skin pierced by small needles and sewn back together stitch by stitch.

Elora’ POV Arwen howled in joy like I never saw her do. She was jumping up and down like crazy and was obviously elated at that moment. And then, she answered, ‘Aragorn is my spirit mate. He was Dominic’s sleeping wolf.’ “Aragorn…” I uttered the name once again, feeling the movements of my lips as the sound escaped my mouth. What a lovely name for a spirit wolf.

Lady Tory’s face darkened instantly, her composure cracking for just a heartbeat. I let my smile soften. “But don’t worry,” I added. “I wouldn’t dream of stealing your moment. After all… some crowns are heavier than they look.” Her nostrils flared, but Aragorn lifted a hand, silencing her. “That’s enough bickering,” he said. But I noticed it... the faint twitch at the corner of his lips. Amusement. He enjoyed watching me spar with her. “Now,” Aragorn continued, sweeping a hand toward his allies, “since you’ll be standing at my side today, you might as well be properly introduced, to one of my most trusted ally, Eva.”

He sensed her nerves and was aching to reach out and touch her. But when she saw him and took that step toward him, he breathed, only realizing then that he'd held his breath. Then his racing heart calmed, and his soul soothed. Zayne quickly followed suit, and soon they were standing chest to head. 'Exquisitely divine, our mate is so beautiful inside and out.' Aragorn drawled, his voice husky. 'Indeed, we are lucky bastards, aren't we?' 'Yes, we are.' Aragorn concurred.

Sarah yelled at Legolas. He didn't say anything and instead hastily brought Sarah to his chest. His arms wrapped around her as his nose was planted in her hair on her neck breathing and calming down. Sarah didn't say anything and instead let Legolas calm down. It wouldn't do them any good if both of them were agitated. "You're mine," Legolas wolf and him growled at Sarah's neck "No, I'm not," Sarah replied. Pushing Legolas back and stepping out of his hold. "We never ejected together, that mark of our shoulder means you belong to me," the both of them said together. He reached over and pulled Sarah's sleeve down to expose a bare shoulder.

Break for another 5 minutes until Uncle Jocelyn's youngest child walks up and challenges me. Legolas, 22 years old. Yes, we are the same age. I would say that Legolas is the type of person who thinks he has everything figured out. But sadly, no, instead, people found him the fastest. He is gullible when he tries to act tough. Like someone I once knew. "I figured out your strategy," Legolas smirked. I rolled my eyes. The truth is, I don't have any strategy when it comes to fighting. My body just moves accordingly. My grandmother called me a born warrior, whatever she meant, which I didn't mind.