Legolas Father Novels & Stories

I was shocked to find out that my father bore another name aside from Lucas and that he was a warrior. “You are the one who killed some of the men that were sent here ten years ago! You are the grey wolf of the house of Luki!” the red mask Finder shouted and stretched forth his hand toward the door where his sword was. The sword disappeared from the door and appeared in his hand. “You are the warrior of the fallen house of Loki, which everyone presumed dead.” My father stepped forward and nodded. “Now that you know that, I suggest that you leave this village alone.”

What? "Boy, is your mother perhaps Melissa Evans?" The dark lord asked carefully. "Y-yes. May I know how you know my mother, Sire?" I said confused. "Ah, you are indeed her son! My son! The woman of Earth has bore an heir, the moon goddess has blessed us!" He said sounding relieved and happy. He has become old as what the rumors have said indeed. If he really is my father then, I have an easier way to stop the war, to save Lilan from her sacrifices. I finally found him. My real father...

he said. “But the circumstances surrounding it,” Odin said. He sighed. “I didn’t know my father much; I only heard some things about him. He died when I was young, and for a long time I have been on my own, looking for a woman named Elora,” he said. “You look for her even after knowing she abandoned you?” I asked. “Yes, I was hoping she would give me her reasons. Tell me she didn’t mean to, but my mother has never for once thought about the boy she has with a mage,” he said, chuckling bitterly. We kept silent.

Rylan placed his hand beside mine. “I swear it with you,” he said. “From this moment forward, he is no longer our father.” I closed my fist around the blood-soaked earth. “From this night on,” I said quietly, “Thorin is my enemy.”