Taking The Hobbits To Isengard Novels & Stories

"I don’t like this quiet. It’s too still." "It’s the calm before the storm," Sienna murmured. "We need to be ready." Elior didn’t sleep. None of them did. The next day, they rode harder, faster, knowing time was slipping through their fingers. And by sunset, they saw it, the entrance to the Hall of Kings, carved into the mountain ahead. But they were not alone. Figures in dark robes stood at the entrance, torches in hand. The Forgotten Hand had beaten them there.

"She's in my favor because she does good in her training while you were just cutting some woods and filled your stomach!" Croft's face crumbled. He grunted and glares at Erebor. Tatiana chuckled while watching the two bickering with each other. She will surely miss this kind of argument with the two. Furthermore, after they downed their meal, Erebor escorted them back to the path where they had previously strides to enter the territory of Erebor. However, in the middle of the woods, Erebor halted and heaved a sigh. "This is the longer pace I can lead you. This path will guide you to your home."

The first thing I was greeted with was a tomato flying my way which went past me to a man behind me. Did I mention these people had amazing throwing skills? I walked up to an inn that was known to have stables and I was met with a little dwarf. "Welcome milady. A fine girl you got there." Hobbit said as I dropped two gold coins in his hands. "Cut the nonsense Hobbit. If you did what you tried to do to my horse next time, I'll slit your throat and sell your organs to buy my girl back." I threatened as he rubbed his hands and laughed.

The sounds of Hobgoblins greeted his ears as he entered the clearing. The familiar putrid odor lingered in the air, though not as overpowering as before, it was still disgusting. "Well... I'm back," Rey muttered under his breath, observing the Hobs as they acknowledged his presence. The instant they saw him, all of them—women and children—rushed towards him. They all kneeled and bowed their heads in subservience, speaking words in Goblin language that conveyed a clear message of submission. ‘Guess we’re back to this…’

My heart was hurting, but more than my own wellbeing, I wanted these kids far away from Theoden. It’s going to be ok. I said the words silently, knowing they couldn’t hear me as they stood there trembling, their large blue eyes staring at me, almost begging me to save them. Theoden let out a raucous laugh as he came towards me, grabbing hold of my hair and yanking my head back. "I have a queen!" He roared as his men smirked. Men he had purchased… These men were trained monsters, not beings with compassion. I will destroy you all… for the crimes you have committed.

Come the next morning, we were ready to set off again. Rosalyn was saying goodbye to her daughter before she left, while Caspian and I loaded up the carriage with her things, though he wouldn’t let me lift a finger. “Ready to go? It’s going to be a long journey where we’re going,” Rosalyn said. “How come? Won’t we arrive there once we cross the portal?” She shook her head. “We will only land in Elven territory, but to get to Silvershire, it will take about 2 days journey by carriage.”

If our assumptions weren't wrong, we would be able to attack them from the back. The sun was setting, and my insides began to twist. The moment from my vision where Haizea stood on the hill kept appearing in my mind. I couldn't let her cast that spell. I would tear that crystal out of her hand if I had to… Finally, we reached the forest a mile away from the Ardor Valley. We stopped and left our horses in the dense woods. Then we climbed on the hill and waited. “There.” Torin pointed at the dark mass of shades marching down the hill. “Eudoris warriors,” he hissed.

They tried to lead him back inside, but he growled at them in response. "Where... where is she?" his hoarse voice croaked. The servants couldn't comprehend his slurred speech, but they knew exactly whom he was seeking... Pandora's dreaded meeting with Theoden was upon her. She guided Theoden into her private study to ensure their conversation remained undisturbed. "I was expecting a grand entourage waiting for my arrival. It gives me the impression that you're not pleased to see me," Theoden remarked. "It didn't seem like you required one. How may I assist you?" Pandora maintained her composure throughout.

Eric leans down to help Elena up. “Neither one of you will see your loved ones again if you don’t succeed. Now leave!” Eric and Elena, along with several wolves, are led down several halls before climbing some stairs. I follow Eric to the top and sure enough I see we are in Chornobyl. Good instincts Jackson. Elena casts her spell, creating a portal. The wolves step in and everyone disappears. I pull myself out and Eric’s eyes flutter open. “How many are being forced to help the rogues?”

And she swore to God, she could smell the sea. And then they were off. Hazel opened the glove box, and a dusty jumble of CDs clattered onto her lap. “What have we got, then? Lord of the Rings? Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy? Winnie-the-Pooh? The Code of the Woosters? Murder Must Advertise with the last disc missing?” Cole thought about it for a moment. “Lord of the Rings, please.” The familiar music washed over her, and then the equally familiar words: “Long years ago, in the Second Age of Middle-earth, the Elven-smiths of Eregion forged rings of great power.”