Samwise Gamgee Novels & Stories

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

They were at the Forbidden Forest. They took some steps further and from afar they saw a very old lady, a gnome to be precise carrying wood on her head. Mere looking at her, you could tell that she was very tired and hungry. "What could a very old lady be doing at the middle of the Forbidden forest?" He asked himself as he looked ahead again. But his heart went out for her as he could see how tired she was. She needed help with what she carried, and he was going to help her. Sam hastened as he walked up to this woman and bowed his head as an utter sign of respect.

Their condition must be filled with questions and emotions. Gale left the spear stuck above the floating rock. He anchored the floating rock they drove to the pier. He then stepped onto the dock and climbed onto the land above the giant black tortoiseshell of Genbu. One of the guard's elves greeted him and gave them a way when they saw Gale's arrival. "Please follow me. We will go to the bamboo forest to meet him. Shall we?" said Gale, stretching out his hand and pointing at the path leading to the bamboo forest.

After chasing after the little ginseng fruit, he stepped into the middle finger peak unconsciously. In the cave not far ahead, the red light was shining. "Is that the Tomb of the God?" Samuel murmured. "F*ck, I have to go quickly." Samuel shook his head, but just as he took two steps, the Twin-Dragon Tripod in his arms moved slightly, and the angry roar of the ginseng baby was heard.

20 Years Ago “Samoa, did you see those prints,” within the Enchanted Forest, a handsome young man was hiding within some bushes with his friend. He looked anxious and weary, just like anyone who entered the Enchanted Forest and saw what they had. The man’s name was Joe.

And I caught sight of his fangs but he was not a vampire, his fangs were of the size of the werewolves. A werewolf? “Guess, you’ve mastered hiding your scent,” I said, half a smile on my face, and neither of us looked away as our gazes met. “And you still managed to notice. Miss…?” He lifted his thick arched brow and I extended my hand with my name, but a fake one, “Hana…” His smirk only got more prominent at my name, “King…” he shook my hand lightly and I noticed his hand was large, warm, with impossibly long fingers and of course the veins.

Spring reminds him of someone, Pamela. It's been a month and Pamela has never come back home. He hear the river on his way, it was the river in the forest that has always been there. He never came to it, but that place was the home of the fairies and no one dare to. He suddenly remembers the face of the old man grinning, asking him when will be able to beat him. He looks at that side of the forest and puts the water bottle back in his bag. "Maybe I'll be the first." He runs in the direction of the river and uses his mana sensing. "Hahahha," he nervously laughed when he felt the overwhelming mana coming from it.

Hence, he quickened his steps and rushed toward the entrance of the village. Not long after, he saw a corpse next to the archway of the entrance. More accurately, it was half a body. From the deceased's grievance expression, Samson recognized that it was the village chief's mentally disabled son. The child would usually do nothing all day long but just squat at the entrance, staring at the young women of the families in the village and giggling sillily at them. He would also greet Samson whenever he saw Samson return, and when he was in a good mood, the kid would also share some wild fruits with him.

It was a place of deep, undisturbed quiet, perfect for hiding. [ Bima: [ Whispering to the silent, dying greenhouse ] "No one's been in here in forever. This place is completely off the map." ] He walked slowly down a narrow, overgrown path, pushing aside withered fronds and ducking under dead branches. It felt like a reflection of himself—once full of life, now crumbling and forgotten.

"You claim to be a high vanguard commander of the Nightbane pack, yet you cannot even negotiate a slick slope without nearly breaking your neck. Hold onto this before you embarrass us both." Darius grumbled under his breath, taking the makeshift cane. "I am built for open battlefield slaughter, not mountain goat maneuvers." We pushed past the thicket, the pine needles crunching beneath our heavy leather boots. After nearly thirty minutes of climbing the treacherous ridge, a massive, ancient mountain persimmon tree burst into view through the thinning fog. High in its towering branches, bright crimson fruits hung like glowing embers against the grey sky. Darius paused, leaning on his branch.