Lord Of The Rings Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

If she won't be my mate, the least she can do is to let me be part of my daughter's life. After walking down halls for what seemed forever and getting lost. Asking people for directions, Legolas finally found his way into Sarah's office. Only to be disappointed when he realized she wasn't there. "Ugh," he signed in frustration, going to hit his feet against the stone wall but at the last minute backing out so there was a gentle tap on the wall. How could he be so stupid? Of course, she would hide from him until he left-back for his pack. If anyone saw him like this,they would be disappointed. The great Alpha king, who is feared by all, concusses and grovels at the feet of the woman he loved

Because Theoden’s eyes—his blue, untamed, ancient eyes— Were not the eyes of an Alpha anymore. They were the eyes of a god of war. And he was about to tear the world apart. Luka swallowed hard. “Theo-Theoden—” “I’ll kill him.” Theoden’s voice was quiet. Final. Luka hesitated. “We don’t even know where he—” Theoden stood abruptly, lifting Selene into his arms. She felt too light. Too fragile. Like she could disappear if he let go. Like he had already lost her once before.

“Dark Lord, save me. You said you wanted to keep me so don’t let him kill me.” Alaric “.....” What the hell was his little brother up to now? Did he even realise who he was hiding behind? Shouldn't he be hiding behind the Earth Spirit? A shadow of surprise flickered in the Dark Lord’s crimson eyes, but then, he looked at Ron’s innocent shimmering green eyes and his heart softened. What an adorable Prince. If he could protect the human from the Earth Spirit then maybe the human would go with him and willingly be his spouse. With that thought, he complied. He spread his arms slightly, his body shielding Ron. His voice was low, dangerous, and possessive. “Don’t worry. I won't let him lay a sing

He clarified. Gradually, everything is making sense to me. Ryan himself is the ninth man that got their hearts corrupted by the ring he forged from the orb. The dark lord that fought the first Smith is just a fragment of his power. He is the main villain. He had to do it like that, so Smith wouldn't suspect anything. "What about the priest?" I asked. "What is the mistake you are talking about?" I inquired of him. I knew he'd made a mistake; otherwise, I wouldn't be breathing right now.

Once inside his study, a room filled with dark mahogany furniture and floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, he went behind his desk and I stood in front, my hands clasped together. “Lorenzo,” I started. “I think I know who the Dark lord is.” He looked up from the document he was staring at, his eyes narrowed. "Who?" “I’ll tell you,” I said, “when you release Liam.” He slammed his hand on the desk, the sound echoing in the silent room. “Don’t start with this shit again, Aryn. Why are you still so fucking stuck on this topic? Do you think I care about some shitty Dark lord from fuck’s knows where? My uncle is a piece of trash. Good riddance.”

"Or at least tried too... she was the one who protected us to be honest." "You were also in the forest being attacked by monsters," Larry said, not unreasonably. "That is not a schedule." He turned to me. "I am so sorry my darling. I should have been here. I should never have left you to this Moron." "Hey! Watch it!" Thorin snarled and Larry hissed at him back. "Larry," I chuckled, "I love you and I need you to please, for one moment, be quiet." He pressed his lips together and nodded, visibly trying.

Instead, she focuses on the person who has ended up standing before her bar. Have you ever dreamt of meeting a lunatic who keeps looking at you with strange eyes as if he has won the lottery? That joyous smile won’t be this scary which is adorning Uriel’s face right now. He’s imitating the very image of Gollum in ‘The Lords of the Ring’ who keeps saying ‘My precious!’ as soon as he glimpses the ring like an idiot. Although Uriel’s mouth isn’t blurting out any nonsense, there’s no definite hope that he won’t! “Finally!”

Had it been Isaac, I have no doubt it would have been easier to convince him it wasn’t him. Thorin seems too smart for that. “He’s a bad man.” His words are quiet, and I stare at him. “Thorin, how do you know that?” I ask, confused by his announcement. “I felt it. He loves mummy, but he wants to hurt everyone else.” I almost celebrate, but I realise that even Thorin telling her won’t help. Not even Thorin’s words can outdo the black magic. “It will be fine, we will sort this,” I say, unsure of how I plan to but I have to figure out a way.

He looked at the reflection of the monster and bowed his head slightly. "My Lord," Lihont said, his voice sounding extremely respectful "Everything is going exactly as we planned. The stars are moving into the right spots, and the altar is ready. After tonight, the spell will be complete, you will finally be free from your prison, and you will rule the whole world.. .Everyone will bow down to you." The Dark Lord did not speak with a mouth, his voice sounded inside Lihont’s head, like a deep, scary growl that made the glass of the mirror vibrate.

I wondered if they deliberately had shown these to humans earlier. 'Let me kill those idiots!' Thorin was excited. 'I'm not content that I put their king in the dungeon. Let me tear them apart!' I smirked at how vicious Thorin was. 'The floor is yours!' I told Thorin, and he let out a menacing growl, stopping the fight.