The Hobbit Novels & Stories

A soft, rhythmic thud broke the stillness of the woods—the sound of knuckles on old wood. The hut stood apart from the world, too far from the residential areas for anyone to wander here by chance. From the outside, it looked like it had given up years ago: walls sagging under time, moss stitched into the edges of the roof, a faint tilt to the doorframe. Yeonho waited there, posture straight, the winter air brushing against his face with the scent of pine and damp earth.

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.

“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 Vapour trench ran all the way around that mountain. Orbin leapt clear over the 30m wide trench; it was deep. Orbin landed safely on to the other side, it was effortless to him. The unicorns carrying the girls flew over the trench gracefully. On that other side of that trench was the sanctuary for lesser animals: The herbivores. The Hobitoes looked like squirrels that hopped like mini kangaroos; a group of Hobitoes hopped in a throng over to Orbin, they were about 7 of them. They were his pets, they seemed pleased to see him. They made pleased purring sounds like cats. Unfortunately, he had no treats for them but that did not stop them from rubbing themselves against his massive legs.

Zen explained. Goblins aren’t monsters with naturally gifted physical or spiritual talents. A hobgoblin evolution was considered uncommon, and brutes were rare. A goblin mage was a terrible foreshadowing because when there was a magician and not a shaman, they were more intelligent than hobgoblins. After dealing with a hobgoblin commander, Zen finally understood why Stoneberry Keep was suffering. The hobgoblin commander at the main camp keeping Gunter busy was merely a distraction. If the magician was the leader, everything they faced was most likely a decoy.

Her wholehearted smiles always got to him. At night , they were watching a movie in bed , Hoor had chosen harry potter . She slept before the movie ended .she was leaning against him , Arhaan had no plan of pushing her away . He dimmed the lights and laid down. Hoor was practically half laying on him, not that it bothered him .

When you both reach the spacious living room, your eyes instantly fall to the three figures settled above the white puffy carpeted floor a few feet away from a modernized fire-heater. With a soft smile, your mom gives you a hug, whispering a faint I'll bring you something to eat before walking away to disappear somewhere around this five-thousand pieces of puzzle-like mansion. Great. You internally drawl to yourself, body suddenly flinches when you feel something-well maybe a someone hugging your feet. When you look down, a lump forms in your throat. There's a pair of huge ebony eyes looking up at you in a way that sends a shudder down your spine, and its face's holding way too much curiosit

"Things have changed since you left." "What kind of things?" "There are people living here who's not..normal. People who can transform into creatures at night." My eyes widened. "Werewolves?" "Yeah. But the beast is unlike the others. It's vicious and bloodthirsty. It kills people in its blinded rage." "So that was what dad talked about." "The Hunter group is going crazy for the beast. It's deadly and unpredictable. Not to mention that there's more than one." "Meaning the werewolves?"

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Then I mumbled, “Not a Star Wars t-shirt. More like a Hobbit t-shirt.” “Are you wearing a Hobbit t-shirt?” he wondered in a sultry tone. I took a deep breath, then turned on my camera. “See? Nothing special.” I wasn’t expecting it, but his sharp intake of breath was surprisingly gratifying. “Mmm, sexy. I also like the t-shirt.” I looked down at my t-shirt, noting it was white, stuck to me, and had the store’s logo on it. “‘The Dragon’s Lair’” he read.