Lord Of The Ring Female Elf Novels & Stories

“You mistake me, Majesty. The Serpent does not require a princess. Only a maiden whose soul burns pure. Untouched by ambition. Unstained by cruelty. Unbroken by love.” Aldred wiped his mouth. “Find me one, then. I’ll knight the girl, crown her, whatever it takes.” Malphas’s blind eyes fixed on something far beyond the chamber walls. “There is one,” he whispered. “Born the night of the hidden eclipse. Born silent. Raised unseen. Her blood sings like starlight on snow. Her name is Elara Wynne.” Aldred stilled. “Wynne,” he repeated. “General Frederic’s middle whelp. The eclipse child.”

Something that does not belong to a stranger. She steps forward, lowering herself onto one knee in a silent gesture of respect. “I ask again,” she says, her voice steady but cautious. “Who are you? And why do you look at that child with such emotion?” The elf does not lift his gaze from Lynette. Instead, a soft, bittersweet smile tugs at his lips. His fingers tighten around her hand as if grounding himself. Then, finally, he speaks. “I am Eryndor Sylvaris, ruler of the White Elves,” he murmurs, his voice carrying the weight of his pain. He finally looks up, his golden eyes meeting Vivian’s with unwavering certainty.

Iliya smiled wholeheartedly as she set her eyes on her father and greeted with a bow, with two knees on the ground. Lord Eradnel stood with a smile, though he was old enough to be weak, his strength was as fresh as youth. The Lords of the Elves were blessed with a partial immortality, but so less so that there would always be new Lords. "What a pleasant surprise. Stand, my daughter, Legolas Elanaoragorn rejoices today. Come!" She rushed Into his arms and he kept her in his warm, loving and comforting bossom. "I have missed you so much, father"

No matter what she looked like, she was a Sif. But even without the most common elven traits, Thea Sif was still the most beautiful woman Lara had ever seen. And probably the most dangerous. Thea was calmly looking at Lara and waiting. Lara swallowed and, feeling the numerous pains of all her past days on horseback, reported: "He's with one of the goblin warlords. Lady Sif listened in silence The report went on and on, and then Lara concluded: “My lady, he is getting stronger and

"Oh why hello darling. Look I made a friend! Come say Hello!" "You Bastard!" Though it was not her father it was still a man she had known well. She was beyond disgusted by his lack of decency. The girl threw her bow to the side drawing her sword and was ready to charge at him when she saw a tanned skin woman with dark hair standing to his side. As an elf she was sensitive to magic. It wasn't something she was able to physically see, but what was visible to her was almost like the air warping around the girl's hand.

"ROARRRRR! The silver lion finally collapsed with one punch from Long Chen. Long Chen immediately put the elf woman down without a second thought, lying on the ground with his breath caught in his throat. Meeting this elf woman really made him very troubled. Not to mention the slap the woman gave him, just thinking about it gave Long Chen a real headache. "Te... thank you for helping me." The woman said with an embarrassed face. "Ha? You're an elf, right? Why are you being so shy? Don't tease me too much!" Long Chen who really couldn't bear to see the elf woman stood up and approached the corpse of the fire lion. The elf woman hesitated a little but the moment she thought of someone, her fac

David would be surprised if he was here. This woman looked exactly the same as Princess Evie whom he rescued. The only difference was that this woman was a bit more mature than Evie. She was also more voluptuous and shapely. If Evie was a green apple, this woman was a fresh ripe peach. Anyone who saw her would be unable to stop themselves from drooling. She was none other than the Elven Queen, Isa. She was also the mother of Princess Evie and the most powerful woman among the Elves.

Almost like- "Sera?" The Queen Mother called as she stood up, gazing at the female Elf beside Alaric in disbelief. Her lips trembled, tears welling in her eyes. "It can't be…Sera, is that really you?" The female Elf, draped in plain flowing black robes, let her long, bone-straight silver hair cascade over her shoulders. Though she appeared to be in her early fifties, her vibrant grey eyes sparkled with life and wisdom. She gazed upon the Queen Mother, her features softening as she opened her arms, wearing a gentle smile. "It's been a while, little sis."

She was tall and had a slim figure and unlike Ace, she was always smiling. Well glad to know that not all elves are grumpy. Another female elf in the group is Lady Rebecca. Unlike Lady Solace, her hair was in a lighter shade of brown that I have always wanted and has blonde highlights. She even looked more stunning with her simple lavender colored dress that seems to fade to change into different colors when hit with light. With her dark blue eyes it was almost impossible to miss her.

i whimpered, my eyes burning with tears that refused to fall. His face darkened at the edges, reminding me that he was an elf. “You may not remember me, Elly, you may not remember our past life together but I do. I have gone through hell to find you and i will not let you go, not when you want to play matryr.” he declares firmly, pressing the handle of the sheated dagger to my palm.