Rhûn Middle-earth Novels & Stories

With determination in their hearts, they ventured deeper into the forest. The enchantment grew stronger, with whispers of forgotten tales and ancient magic echoing through the trees. Within a clearing, illuminated by ethereal moonlight, stood a magnificent statue. It depicted a fierce warrior with a majestic wolf by their side, both carved from stone and seeming to come alive in the moon's gentle glow. As they approached the statue, its eyes ignited with a brilliant blue light. Soren took a step forward, his voice resonating with bravery. "We seek the Moonstone! We are here to stop Fenrir's reign of darkness!"

He hummed at the touch and flipped me over. "Was last night not enough for you." He smirked. "I will never get enough of you Mr. Thorn." I saw a flash in his eyes. I had forgotten how much he loved me calling him that. With a swift move his hand was between my legs tracing circles on my most sensitive spot. I threw my head back into the pillow moaning. I couldn't take it any longer, I pushed him off me and tossed him to the side. I straddled him and hovered myself over his erection. I rubbed myself up and down him.

Here’s a brief description of what his face looked like right now: There were some white dusts on the side of his face, in between his eyebrows, and the front part of his hair. It was already a clean up version of him though. Before, he looked like the wizard from the dwarven and rings series that shouted ‘You shall not pass!’. He could very well be as he was that tall, but he wasn’t as skinny and old. Jai shook his head lightly at the thought before a chuckle could slip its way in his throat, and retreated back to his own table. Bara looked at Ruhan and answered. “Grinding the Orc Teeth with silver dust.”

I stumbled toward Rohan, my legs feeling like lead. "Rohan," I whispered, falling to my knees beside him. His head was hanging low, blood dripping from his wounds onto the silver chains. I reached out, my fingers glowing with a soft, healing light, and touched the metal. It hummed and fell away, the silver no longer able to resist the heat of my magic. As the chain hit the dirt, Rohan’s eyes snapped open. They weren't blue anymore. They were blinding gold. Before I could breathe, he lunged. He didn't attack me; he dragged me into his chest, his hands locking around my waist. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his breath hot and ragged against my skin.

Luna's connection with nature helped them unlock the relic's potential, and soon, they were soaring through the skies with the grace of eagles. The third relic, the Staff of Serenity, was hidden deep within the Whispering Woods, a mystical forest known for its haunting beauty and ethereal voices. The forest seemed to come alive as they entered, its ancient trees whispering secrets and riddles. With Lumiara's guidance, they navigated the enchanted woods, solving the forest's puzzles and bypassing its illusions. When they reached the heart of the forest, they found the Staff of Serenity – a staff that radiated calmness and held the power to pacify even the fiercest of foes.

The leprechaun blew out his cheeks but disappeared to comply. ------------------------- Hearing Aurora's call from the hill, Zoltan rallied the elves. "Fight well!" Ithel raised the Horn of Sonority and blew with all his might. The sound rang through the whole land. In front of the elves, the fairies ripped open the space in order to portal the warriors across the battlefield instantly. The Elves ran into the gnomes like a hammer. Immediately some of the rocky creatures went down before they could draw their swords.

The spawn of the evil deceased Dark Lord, ruler of the Underworld. “Hmmm, now where did you hide the little Dark Lord?” He murmured, and the scene changed. Suddenly, a series of loud knocks slammed against the greenhouse door, sharp and abrupt, making Ron yelp and jolt back. The ladle clattered against the edge of the cauldron and the images vanished with a hiss, melting back into a bland swirl of violet mist. Ron groaned, shoulders slumping. Now he had to perform the spell all over again. Just who was it that was ruining his progress? He nearly found out where the Dark Lord was kept when he was a baby.

Niamh's hair seemed to glow in the night, and when the moon's light shone upon it, her hair resembled embers of an undying fire against her armor. The answer to the question of their destination was answered eventually when the company rode into Shandalar's village. The owner of the King's Pub was mounted, and as the royal guard continued through the village, Shandalar and many other Elves appeared from between houses and trees, joining ranks with wordless greetings. The trees, themselves, seemed to part the let the company through, as though they knew the importance of the mission.

Violet POV “ Stupid irish brut” I hissed walking to the closet to pick up my clothes for the night. “ I’m going to pay you back for humiliating me and making your stupid guards touch my skin, you arrogant, stupid, toxic dumb head” I screamed at the empty room, throwing a hanger across the room. I caught my reflection in the mirror and stopped dead, I have never looked this horrific, my hair was a mess and clothes were ruined stained with whatever disgusting filth on that warehouse floor.

“Two full reloads left. My rifle has three reloads.” “My rifle’s just about empty,” said Lucifer. “But I’ve also got three magazines. Saving the rockets for a special occasion.” “I have used zero stun pistol shots,” Raijin reported. “Well, let’s hope we won’t have to use any more,” Freya mused. But she already knew the statement was wrong. As the Ravens sped down the massive highway, even larger warehouses began to appear on the horizon. Far larger than even the one they were headed to. The planet itself held all manner of goods, from simple personal items to hoppers to mecha to frigates. The huge warehouses - the ones that spanned multiple districts - held the largest ships on the planet. T