Rhûn Middle-earth Novels & Stories

he frowned "If you want your death so soon, wait on the third day. Everything ends then. This alliance should never have been and it needs to be broken. Just so you know, we now have the book of plans you've set out, the evil plans against the humans. You plan to destroy us and rule over us" "Three days! Raven's going to be killed by my hands" Mr Tartal said The intruders left immediately while the hall remained tainted with blood. Luca was cuffed on the wrist with a strange metal ring.

"His name shocked Eryndor 'How has the tree come to know my name?' As he was still regaining his consciousness, Eryndor blurted out: 'Who's there?" Youngling's young greenish leaves trembled, releasing a faint and smothe rustle, as Elderwood's gentle voice enveloped her. 'Eryndor will save me, won't he?' she whispered, her delicate petals unfolding like tiny hands clasped in prayers. A tender shoot of hope sprouted within her, its tender tip reaching for the warmth of promise. Her roots deepened, clinging to the earth, as if unwilling to let go. "May I live long!"

“No,” I say. “Food can’t cross between the realms. The curse sees to that. Anything meant to nourish… rots. It decays before it touches our tongues.” I reach out, touch the air in front of me, and draw a slow rune with my fingertip. It glows for a second, then fades like fog curling in reverse. Elunara watches it dissipate with wide eyes. “The Hollow provides everything we need. Soil, water, animals. And I was left with just enough of what I once had to bend that raw life into what sustains us. It’s not illusion. Not trickery. Just transformation. A turning of one thing into another.”

It was as if she had a needle stab right through her. She was face to face with the man that chased her all the way from the alley. He looked disgusting under the yellow light. Willow assumed his teeth were a dark shade of yellow but under the light they looked brown with spots of black. His black eyes narrowed ,as he squinted at her . His long beard and dirty brown hair blew wildly in the wind. He looked as if he was a washed up pirate and this made Willow shiver. The only things he missed was an eye patch and a wooden stump for a leg.

Ben raised his hands and called out in the voice of the ancients, “Ceangailim ort gan aon dochar a dhéanamh!” Selvin fell to his knees as Ben’s spell ripped his powers from him. As they lingered in the air, Ben turned to Imara and scooped the two of them up in his arms. He rocked them gently and took one last sniff of Imara. “I’ll be there soon, baby. It’s all over. Just wait for me at the docks, you hear me? Baby, I’m coming.” Ben sniffed back his tears then nodded to Haldir. “Tie him up!” As Thorin and Haldir picked up the whimpering shell of a once powerful witch, Thorin said, “Oh, I’ve been waiting a very, very long time to see you face to face. I’m going to enjoy every second of this ve

she battered her eyes at him. “Which if Forrest is Darth Vader, that means. Darius, is that you under the Mandalorian helmet?” her voice taking on a flirty tone. “Yeah, that would be me,” Darius answered, bored and not paying attention as he shook a rattle at Ryū to keep him happy.

She rolled her eyes, "Now if you two are done acting like little boys, perhaps we should give our adult selves to stretch our legs. Where do we find the void sand?" Ironically it was Zinjo who answered the question, "We have a place filled with black sand known as the dead place, could that be what the book speaks of." Bathory read through the list again, "Listen to this: Void sand is distinguishable by its black appearance, it is exceptionally rare, and a holy person must forge the bottle." He pushed his spectacles back up his face, "We should assume no ordinary holy person will do. I think it will be someone who has suffered greatly and still worships at the temple and practices the tenets

The stories said the ground still remembered old blood and old magic. Rhydian didn’t seem afraid and walked straight through. I felt the ruins before I saw them clearly. A low hum started under my skin, and my magic woke up slowly and carefully. The reversed mate mark on my ribs warmed, but it wasn’t painful. Rhydian stopped suddenly. He lifted one hand and we heard rustling, too many paws moving through dead leaves and low unfriendly grows. Rogue wolves. They came from three sides at once, six of them.

(At the Mansion) Erlin fought with all his might, his movements precise and efficient. His strength lay not in sorcery but in sheer skill. Yet, without his gear, his physical prowess was insufficient against someone who had studied him through countless realities. Each of Erlin’s movements, every dodge and counter, was etched into Hound’s memory, leading to a prophecy of defeat. As Erlin dropped his guard for a fraction of a second, Hound seized the opportunity. Summoning immense black flames and silver smoke, he launched an uppercut that sent Erlin’s head flying from his body, leaving only a smoldering skull attached to a burning spine.

“So you abandon the Hollow? Abandon us?” “I abandon nothing,” Thorne said, calm as stone. “But I will not squander my power on foolish haste. Rhea is not prey to be culled in the dark—she is the storm that breaks the sky. And I will know what waits at its heart.” Without another word, she turned, her steps echoing against the cavernous walls of the Hollow. The firelight licked her silhouette before swallowing it whole. She was gone, leaving her sisters to their venom. --- The night beyond the Hollow was vast, breathing, alive with the whisper of old trees. Thorne moved silently through the forest, her cloak trailing like spilled ink. The air was colder here, heavier, as if each step drew her