Lotr Aragorn Legolas Novels & Stories

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.”

Gon sauntered towards the Witch Queen to bend down to her level and whisper some words into her ear which made her spring up to her feet, her face flushed a bit red. "Thank you," she whispered to him. "It was embarrassing for me to do that." she added which made Gon shrug as he went back to Dark and soon everyone stood up to their feet, including Aragorn. Aragorn couldn't believe that he was among those who had obeyed Gon's order to bow before him and he did. He was disgusted with himself for not fighting too hard to break whatever spell Gon must have placed on them. What just happened made him realize if what his father had told him about not fighting with Dark was true. He huffed, he hadn'

Or maybe I was turning into one of these loony bins. Legolas was probably the average weirdo with mommy issues. I must remind him of his mom or something equally gross. You heard me; he was Christian, the Legolas from The trilogy we all know and loved. I heard the King himself did the deed. Aragorn, a burly scary mother-fucker, who is head nurse/guard. In this, prison forced upon me. Not one of my own making, at least I don't think so.

' I watched as Eli curled up into his stomach. 'Luna we must make some decisions,' he told me. I could tell he was in pain. "Don't worry," Aaragorn spoke up as he looked at his pack mates and nodded at them. "My pack will follow yours and try to stop them." He reached out and touched a tear running down my face. "We'll hurry and try to convince them to st-"

Jackson replied. I took a deep breath, "Oh I know, I wasn't expecting them to go that hard so soon." I said. "Well, you know Ambrosia. She never slows down for too long. She is just trying to bring out the best side of Leia that she possibly can." Jackson replied. "I know she is but I hope they know they can't just beat the crap out of each other." I said, making Jackson laugh. "Yeah I think they learned their lesson. I have to run though, I'll see you at the meeting." Jackson replied before the line went dead. Alright so she was at home, I checked the time and I had enough to get over there and visit for a moment before I had to do everything else. "Want to stretch your legs a little bit?"

“Like good mafias always do.” II. The Vision of Aragorn Later that night, as everyone prepared for the coming infiltration, Elias sat quietly with young Aragorn cradled in his arms. Cassian sat beside him, watching his baby brother with wide, curious eyes. Suddenly, Aragorn’s tiny hand reached out and pressed against Elias’ chest. Elias gasped — and his eyes glazed over. A vision struck him: A world of white fire. The Hollow Throne burning, its pillars cracking. The Hollow King screaming as his form fractured.