Legolas Elves Novels & Stories

Venus slowly repeated, trying to grasp her mind around what she was seeing and hearing. The kingdom of Everglade was north to the kingdom of Salazar. It was also the home of the Elf race. While they worshipped nearly the same gods as here, the elves were also known to worship their own made gods. They were also known for their perfect if not near craftsman ship, pale blonde hair, and swift movements during fighting and dancing.

Yolanda and I alighted on the light elf terrain: Alien glimmers of the whitewashed, satin blue, finely featured elves, who towered over us in silken, slender forms, held out pearl gray mushrooms and glowing yellow fruits, circling us in a whirlwind as their crystal palaces and strange, arcane stone temples blurred as they fractaled. The tribe of Ljossalfar splintered like ice.

In which they control them, when they sing in their flutes that they control and go through the trees and the nests of the spiders that exist around the trees, in which they wear shoes, and their feet are like bats' claws, but without hair, because their feet have thin soles, with stinging hairs, Their hair like spiders, is warm, pale or silvery, because they live among the shadows. Like the hair on their head smooth as mud, almost oily pitch, in which they have long fingers with claws, skillful pale faces and hair red as fire, according to legends, which were born from the wars between the elves, when a couple fell towards a cauldron of a famous witch.

A very powerful relic that enabled one locate mystically hidden places. He had found his uncle’s lair, but he could not enter because it was protected with an iron clad barrier by a necromancing fey, a very ancient and powerful spell. They elves were an ancient specie that were believed to be the very first of creation to walk the earth and its numerous planes, they were peace loving, very kind hearted, accommodating species that were born with supernatural abilities like magic from birth. The fey were a subcategory of elves, an ever-evolving specie.

Lily says, and although her voice was quiet, it booms throughout the land. I watch as the elves that have been forced into indentured servitude by Lorelai shake their heads, their eyes which were white, begin turning back to their natural color, the darkness that surrounds them, dissipating into the sky. They turn, looking at each other and then at us before turning to face Lorelai, ready to stand agaisnt her and fight for us.

***One Month Later Garlands of olive branches and daisies swept through Basharr's palace. The animated statues played music constantly. Courtiers and attendants hustled to brush gold leaf across the palms of every visitor. It was meant to show the prosperity all elves would share under Eden and Violet's reign.

I spoke before Tiernan could, but instead of being grateful, he shot me an angry look. "I can speak for myself, Your Highness." Tiernan glared at me. "Wow." I blinked and shook my head. "Go on then, Legolas. Speak up." "Do my ears look pointed to you, Twilight Princess?" He asked. "No," I said slowly. "Because I am not an elf!" Tiernan snapped. "I thought elves were fairies," I mused casually; totally unperturbed by his show of temper. "Yes, like a puka is a fairy." Tiernan waved at Cat. "That does not make all of us furry, does it?"

In the kingdom of Avallonè, in Eldamar the home of elves. It is Filled with life as well as plants and animals. Their kingdom is divided into forests, meadows and hollowed-out tree trunks. They are born and raised in Valinor, the realm of the gods. They have an age range of 110 and can live to be more than 700 years old.

Niamh's hair seemed to glow in the night, and when the moon's light shone upon it, her hair resembled embers of an undying fire against her armor. The answer to the question of their destination was answered eventually when the company rode into Shandalar's village. The owner of the King's Pub was mounted, and as the royal guard continued through the village, Shandalar and many other Elves appeared from between houses and trees, joining ranks with wordless greetings. The trees, themselves, seemed to part the let the company through, as though they knew the importance of the mission.

Nimuel said. She came closer to her and sat down on the bed beside her. Aelanor was still on the floor, crying silently. Nimuel brushed her hair with her fingers ever so softly and pulled her up on the bed, beside the Queen. "You've aged," Queen Gaelemar chuckled. "I prefer to think that I have matured, in terms of age as well as mental faculties. Tell me mother, don't the elves have the same mental growth as humans?" she asked. "Of course, we do, my child. In fact, we are wiser than any other race, and we are the same ever since our birth."