Novel & Cerita Lord Of The Rings Read-along

Rojan said. "We had to keep as still as a ghost to let the ghouls pass. After which that clueless duo went by, we were just about to come out when we heard you two enter the castle," the tiger-fur man, who had been doing all the talking narrated. He seemed to be the leader of the group. Rojan said nothing, but his hand gently took hold of her, linking his fingers with hers. "If you're also after the dragon remains, I gotta tell you, there's nothing here," the leader went on, his eyes moving from her to Rojan and from Rojan back to her.

She walked to the doorway, leaning against the frame. Liam sat on the edge of the bed. He opened the book. He cleared his throat. "In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit..." His voice was deep, resonant, filling the small room. He didn't just read; he performed. He gave Gandalf a gravelly, wise voice. He made the dwarves sound grumpy and loud. Ethan was mesmerized. He lay perfectly still, his eyes fixed on Liam's face, hanging on every word.

I stammered, my eyes betraying me again as they fell to his lips. I wet mine instinctively, and his eyes tracked the movement openly. “What did you not do?” he murmured, practically speaking into my parted mouth. My breath hitched. “You said it was over.” “It is.” “Then move back,” I whispered, striving for firmness. “I will.” He leaned in, pressing his lips to mine. LORD REVANDREL “Ready for the Ring? The viewers are already gathered—” The door opened and we sprang apart. Alaric stood there, staring at the situation. Then at me, his eyes going comically wide.

Lady Tory’s face darkened instantly, her composure cracking for just a heartbeat. I let my smile soften. “But don’t worry,” I added. “I wouldn’t dream of stealing your moment. After all… some crowns are heavier than they look.” Her nostrils flared, but Aragorn lifted a hand, silencing her. “That’s enough bickering,” he said. But I noticed it... the faint twitch at the corner of his lips. Amusement. He enjoyed watching me spar with her. “Now,” Aragorn continued, sweeping a hand toward his allies, “since you’ll be standing at my side today, you might as well be properly introduced, to one of my most trusted ally, Eva.”

“Form ranks! To the gates!” The red cloaks snapped in the wind as the two princes rode side by side at the head of the host. The gates of Eldoria groaned open, spilling the army onto the sunlit road. The earth quaked beneath thousands of hooves, the banners stretched like rivers of fire under the peak of the morning sun. For a long while, only the thunder of movement filled the air. Until— Alaric leaned sideways toward Aaron, his voice just audible over the din. “Water.”

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.”

“What? That makes no sense.” “I’m not the bad guy here. Unlike the rings, and the monsters that keep changing and evolving and are passed down eventually, I’ve been here the whole time. Waiting, and watching. For the perfect moment. You see… I’m just here, because I have a job to do. A job that is incomplete…without you.” Robert gradually began to piece it all together. “You see, if you haven’t figured it out already—" "I'm the gift of monsters?" he muttered. “But the…the ring” he looked back at Dre. “It doesn’t make any s—"

“—left his mark.” Theoden leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “He’s playing with us.” Selene stopped pacing. “Or he’s waiting.” Theoden’s jaw clenched. He hated waiting. “I don’t want any surprises. Let’s see what else we can find out from that book.” It was still on the table where they had left it earlier, the ancient pages worn, fragile, but filled with secrets. Selene sat down, pulling it closer. Theoden joined her, scanning the text they had yet to decipher.