Novel & Cerita Merry Lotr

The clearing shifted to invite the sparkling moonlight in the dark forest. There was some rustling, and gigantic oaks and cedars and others appeared in the clearing, mouths hanging open, unable to believe. "Aelanor?" an old voice wheezed. "Is that you, Eriobuild?" "Yes, my child. You have come back!" Aelanor ran blindly through the trees and the ents, who moved away to let her pass, and hugged the great tree guardian. Tears flowed freely from her eyes as her other friends from childhood formed a circle around her, looking happier than they must have been in decades.

“You will recognise the old entrance easily, as it has markings that depict a great hunt, but the entrance itself has been cemented shut. Our new entrance is a little to the left of that.” I nodded my head. “Then we need to go,” I replied, turning again to Rem. “I might need your help, should we not prevent him returning, or if Arwen becomes frustrated with me at all. Being a Spirit, he may find my presence there to be an insult. Or he might be fine with it. I won’t know how he will respond to it, so I think it would be best to play it safe.”

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.

Lorcan eyed the elflord warily. The Elven horses galloped swiftly over the lush green ground, through clear, refreshing streams and weaved between the ancient trees of lore. Niamh did not remember such beauty the last time she traveled to the silent mountains. She fought the confused emotions rolling like a storm in her heart, until they reached the foot of the path leading up to the temple in the Emenasari Mountains. The impressive temple could be seen from where the company entered the pass, and there seemed to be only one path to get there.

“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?”

The disapproving eyebrow of Agamori, the white-haired ancient wizard, raised itself as he asked, “Are you two quite finished? His Majesty awaits and, in case you’ve forgotten, he doesn’t like to be waiting for long.” As the castle doors opened to them, Haldir nodded inside and said, “This way you two.” Ben looked over the castle he’d seen in dreams as it passed over his head. When he walked inside, he inhaled and smelled the faint scent of Imara. “She was here.” Ben grinned as his eyes glassed over. “Thorin she was here. She was just here not long ago. I can still smell her.” Haldir put his hand on Ben’s shoulder and said, “Well, let’s go deliver this message and see what he wants so we can

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!