Legolas/aragorn Novelas e Histórias

he added. “Okay, see you,” she replied. As Jason walked away, Ara couldn’t help but feel a sense of happiness in her heart, knowing that she had a friend like him by her side.

As for Elisa, her happiness was the most important. “Let’s go,” I made to dash into the woods when Vogar tugged me back. Adjusting my head to take a better look at him, “You don’t want to do it anymore?” “I do…… just have to do the most important thing before it skips my mind,” a grin crept on his lips. Vogar fixed his hand in his pocket, pulling out a golden bracelet. He took my left hand, fixing the bracelet around my wrist. “Don’t ever take this off. This my first gift to you as my mate,” his grin widened becoming warm.

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.

NOTHING is ever more important than Ara. That is the thing Ara learned after being discharged from the J Hospital. For whatever reason her parents were convinced that staying with Van is better for her health and safety. Van, short for Vanluke, literally never left her alone even when she’s taking a private bath in a private property mansion somewhere in Luzon near no neighborhood in the middle of a mountain. When she got there something tells her that she’s been there before but recollection of solid memories. Van is incredibly wealthy to have a security team patrolling the corners of his mansion. But more importantly, even if Van does have to leave her side for a brief hour of shower, he’d

And his eyes— Oh goddess. His eyes are an eerie silver-grey. Beautiful, but unsettling. He releases my arm immediately and bows his head slightly. "Your Highness." His voice is deep and calm. I swallow hard. "I—sorry—I didn't see you." "Clearly." My mouth falls open a little. Rude. His expression doesn't change at all. He's dressed entirely in black combat leathers, twin swords strapped across his back. "I'm Aragon," he says. "His Majesty assigned me as your personal guard."

Becking with his hand, a group of elves stepped forward and bowed before the man. The elf-lord of the Silvan Elves was just about to give them orders concerning the arrangement for Luna's friends when he sensed a familiar presence grace his throne room. "Aragorn, I did it!"

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.

I gripped his shoulders as I glared him down. He didn't even kill the other man. It's not fair! I looked straight into the man's eyes that was holding Brendon. Who is this guy? I growled protectively for Brendon. "My apologies," He said as his eyes held sorrows of his own. "It's okay. I'm Alpha Aaragorn of Blacktail Growlers."

~~~~~ Dusk comes too fast. A black SUV idles at the corner of my compound. Tinted windows. No markings. The driver doesn’t speak, just opens the door. Aragorn is already inside—wearing navy blue sleeves, and black slacks. He looks up when I slide in and his whole face changes. Like the air got lighter. “You came,” he says, almost surprised. “Did you think I wouldn’t?” “I thought maybe you’d spend all day overthinking and text me some polite excuse.”

He held them close, the fabric whispering secrets of moments shared and promises broken. Among the remnants of their life together, Arthur's gaze fell upon a collection of hairpins, delicate and ornate in their design. They were once her adornments, a reflection of her grace and beauty, now discarded like relics of a forgotten past. Each pin held memories untold, a silent testament to the love he had forsaken. As he sifted through the remnants of his folly, Arthur's heart grew heavy with sorrow. He had believed Ron's lies, his mind clouded by jealousy and suspicion. In his rage, he had destroyed not only Lenna's belongings but also the trust that had bound them together.