Merry Lotr Novels & Stories

I tell him, and his eyes widen, and now he looks as well. The memories of the place flood me, and I hate how the good memories are tainted by the bad ones. So much happiness came from this place, but at the same time, sadness as well. “Mummy, are you okay?” Thorin asks. His voice is full of worry. He looks at me, waiting. “Yes, my brave warrior,” I reassure him. I know that my words won’t ease all his worry, but it’s enough to at least make him go back to looking at the city. Isaac and Lotta’s excitement grows when they spot the palace in the distance.

Mara’s voice was bright and teasing, her hands holding a wooden mug of mead, her brown eyes glinting with joy as she raised it in a toast, the firelight illuminating her face, the grove a sanctuary, the warmth a shared joy. “To kicking ass and taking names!” Mara cheered, her laughter sharp and infectious, her brown eyes sparkling, the flame pendant catching the firelight, the warmth of the grove wrapping around her, the air thick with the scent of mead, the grove a sanctuary, their bond a radiant light. “We’re the fucking best!” She took a long swig, the golden liquid spilling slightly down her chin, her laughter echoing through the grove, the firelight casting a golden glow on her face, th

Elora’ POV Arwen howled in joy like I never saw her do. She was jumping up and down like crazy and was obviously elated at that moment. And then, she answered, ‘Aragorn is my spirit mate. He was Dominic’s sleeping wolf.’ “Aragorn…” I uttered the name once again, feeling the movements of my lips as the sound escaped my mouth. What a lovely name for a spirit wolf.

Its soul-stirring enchantment accompanied me home. "Charlotte." Legolas' voice ran through my sensation. When I returned his gaze, I noticed he was approaching me. I gazed up above his eyes as he stared straight into my eyes, and he said something "This was the most forbidden land on the face of this whole world. Only those of us who are creatures of the woods and creatures of Misthereal have been able to gain access. Come, and I'll show you something." He walks in the direction of the falls.

The ride to Shandalar's village was as pleasant as any ride could be when traveling through the Elven realms. Sunlight filtered through the dark green leaves onto the forest paths, and a gentle breeze blew across the few small clearings. Streams ran lazily along, adding their song to the forest's. Birds lifted their joyful songs to the air as the group rode beneath. It was easy to forget the troubles stirring in the realms. Niamh rode quietly beside Lorcan, listening to the forest and letting its energy soothe her worried soul. They arrived at Shandalar's village and were greeted warmly. Elves came running to throw flowers along the path. The village itself looked refreshed, and the forest a

“Is this real? It’s just so perfect.” Haldir inched to Mory’s back then slid his arms around her waist. Pulling her round ass back to meet his thighs, Haldir covered her arms with his big leather covered hands. Pressing his nose into her warm knit hat, Haldir rubbed his lips against the soft merino wool threads as he searched for the comforting smell of a home he only dreamed of. “Very much real. I told you I knew a short cut, didn’t I?”

“Hmm. I’m sure it’s nothing to be concerned about. Not worth worrying your pretty little head over.” Imara smiled and nodded. “You’re probably right. So how was your trip? Did you hear anything?” Thorin sighed and shook his head no. “Afraid not. Michael seems to think that Haldir’s living in the Realm right now.” Imara grinned quickly. She knew Thorin was still hoping against all odds to get her to the Realm. She put her hand on Thorin’s and said, “Whatever happens, Thorin, no matter what Fate has planned for us, know that right now, this was the best gift you could have given me. I’ve never been so happy in all my life. Ben, he’s just everything to me. If I die tomorrow, it’s alright. The R

Prince Ron let out a small, choked laugh through a sniffle. He nodded furiously, wiping his cheeks with trembling fingers. “Yes, Your Majesty. Yes I'll marry you.” The banks of the lake immediately erupted in joyous cheers. The Elves clapped, whistled, and called out their congratulations, their graceful composure melting into open celebration. Some tossed flower petals into the air, some waved glowing lanterns high above their heads and others made fireworks explode in the sky!

“If I could get a glowing sword and a raise, I wouldn’t complain.” Selene laughed, burying her face against Theoden’s chest. The sound lifted the tension in the air, like wind through branches. Theoden pressed his lips to her hair. “We did it.” “For now,” she whispered.