Lotr Half-elf Novels & Stories

The woman who was trapped between the manticore’s tail had turned into a small, old man – NO – it was a dwarf! “You can never deceive me twice, you deceitful dwarf,” the manticore said in a deep, yet thunderous voice. “Hand me what you’ve stolen if you want me to spare your life.” The little old dwarf let out a creepy, high-pitched laugh. “Why? Are you afraid that the council would find out? You’re just like that witch.” Elise stiffened; the dwarf’s voice seemed familiar to her. “A disgrace to our land.” The dwarf sniggered and spat on the manticore’s tail.

replied Gary. They looked at them from top to bottom and spat on the floor. "You lie," he yelled. Alstin pulled his headcover and revealed his long ears. "Hmph, You?" He asked and spat at Gary. "He has none, he is a half-elf," said Alstin. "Hmph, you must join us," he said, waving them over with his hand. They sat with them, looking at them from left to right. "Hey, you! Wine," he yelled.

My yellow eyes burned with intensity, showing just how serious I was. "I see. What makes this case the more troublesome is the fact that an elfgon has been paired with a werewolf. The Goddess must have pulled a shitload of strings to make that happen. This pairing is not something to be dismissed so easily, Keres. Unless your sweetheart has wolf in her DNA as well? Then that would make more sense." "No, she is a halfblood, part elfgon, and part human."

We would stroll through magical gardens, watch illusion shows, and taste all kinds of rare and exotic delicacies. Though I never got to fulfill that plan of mine with the Elven Guard, they unexpectedly brought me a surprise. That day, I had just finished my bath. My hair was dripping wet as I sat cross-legged in the courtyard, feeding the tiny faeries, when Isa walked in with a young man. He was tall, with impossibly handsome features that made him seem otherworldly. The faint silver shimmer of his skin and his pointed ears revealed his half-elf heritage. Sunlight filtered through the trees, gilding his figure in gold. He was more breathtaking than any elf I had ever seen.

"Not too much, just the same as everyone else really. A long time ago all the elves started going evil and started killing everything in sight so they were wiped out, but Mum why are we talking about Elves?" "There was this young Elf that was surrounded by death and fear. She managed to hide from the Vampire's, wolves and Witches when they came to destroy her people. She spent years in hiding trying to learn how to survive on her own and not show that she was an Elf in fear she would be killed. She hid so well as she was not a full Elf but half wolf aswell. When she turned twenty three she passed a woman on the street who grabbed her arm and stopped her. The woman's eyes had gone all white a

, Aaron asks, while munching on his goldfish. “I know a decent amount of things.”, I state. “What do you know about elves?” “There are six groups of elves: Moon, Elemental, Half, Nature, Avariel, and Dark elves. I know dark elves for their excellent skills at potions, dark magic, stealth, and fighting abilities; their ears are almost like vampires, but it’s to a slit. Avariel elves are winged elves. They have the same abilities as all other elves because of their mixed breeding; their ears also point straight out as well. Nature elves are known for their excellent hunting skills, potions, light magic, and their ability to communicate with animals. Half-elves are excellent at potions and it d

"I'm looking for resources on comparative cultural studies." The dark elf's head tilted slightly, her eyes narrowing with interest. "You're not from Limdrion." It wasn't a question. "Your accent is...odd. Northern High Elven influence, but not native." Her lips curved into a curious smile. "Half-elven, right? From one of the border settlements?" Patrina felt her heart quicken. She hadn't anticipated being mistaken for a half-elf, but the assumption presented an unexpected advantage. Half-elves would naturally have mixed accents and might be shorter than pure-blooded elves. She decided to let the misunderstanding stand.

Both of them nodded their heads at me and I rolled my eyes. "So you're the same as me, a half-elf and human," I ask Torin. "Yes my father was a noble elf, and my mother was a human, who also ventured here by accident. My younger brother was full blood and received my family's titles," he states unbothered by the fact. "They don't allow halflings titles, they are outcasts of elven society," Cadac frowns. "Fantastic, I'm an oddity in this realm as well," I huff and sit on the couch, my lips pursed in disgust.

He was not bad looking with raven messy hair and a slight beard since it was already five years ever since he left his old life, his old pack. “It's already passed four, Dad.” Ciel, a yawning young teenager in his eighteen did the same thing as his father. But he and his younger sister, Elaine wasn’t pure wolf shifter but a halfling. They were half-wolf shifters and a witch since their mother, Ella was one. “Already? Fine, I’ll wake your Mom.” Luca ruffled the hair of his only son and went back to their bedroom to wake up his wife.

They hugged for a little while before they left themselves, the tiny faires still perching on Elle shoulders. Elle then turned back to face the other four with a big smile on her face, "You probably don't know who this is right?" Mamock asked pointing at the strange face standing beside her and Elle just nodded with a pleasant smile on her face. "I'm Demi, a halfling" the strange man introduced himself while stretching out his hand for a handshake. Elle grabbed his hand with a smile on her face "I'm Elle, the life force" the man smile with a nod.