Thorin Oakenshield Hobbit Novels & Stories

He’d positioned himself strategically between two packs that I recognized from the map as potential allies. The doors closed, and an ancient wolf with grey hair and weathered features stood at the head of the table. “Welcome, Alphas of the North. I am Elder Tobias, neutral arbiter of this summit.” His eyes swept the room. “We have much to discuss. Including the presence of our… unexpected guest.” All eyes turned to me again. “Aria Silvermoon,” Tobias continued. “Last heir of the royal bloodline. Celestial Wolf. You’ve caused quite a stir in our territories.”

The irritation sounded in Theophilus' voice. Having knowledge of how to stop something was his thing. This was something unknown, and it was spreading. Seems like a lot of new things were coming into the light lately. The gryms, Shadowfen and now, the rot. Fates. Bringing up my arm, I ran a hand through my hair, the bundles silk against my fingers. “Mind your language Chief commander.” Father's gruff voice sounded across the room, the temperature dropping. Theophilus visibly stiffened, composing himself almost immediately.

He placed a soft kiss on my forehead. “Are you sure you want to go home and pick up some stuff?” “I won’t have any clothes if not.” “I can take you shopping in the morning to get anything you need.” “What about to sleep in tonight?” “I can lend you a shirt,” his wicked smile was back. “Oh really, What’s with the wicked smile Mr. Thorn?” “Just imagining you in one of my shirts.” “Ok. Take me to yours.” “Are you sure?” “Yes. The longer I let the dust settle the better to be honest.”

An old man, clad in tattered robes, stepping forward with slow, measured steps. He stopped a few paces away, his gaze settling on Elior. “I know you,” the man rasped. “You are the one who shattered the Throne.” The man’s name was Orris, one of the last survivors of Dawnfire. He had seen the sky break, had felt the change ripple through the land. “The First King built the Throne for a reason,” he said. “It was never just a seat of power. It was a cage.” A chill ran through Elior.

Had it been Isaac, I have no doubt it would have been easier to convince him it wasn’t him. Thorin seems too smart for that. “He’s a bad man.” His words are quiet, and I stare at him. “Thorin, how do you know that?” I ask, confused by his announcement. “I felt it. He loves mummy, but he wants to hurt everyone else.” I almost celebrate, but I realise that even Thorin telling her won’t help. Not even Thorin’s words can outdo the black magic. “It will be fine, we will sort this,” I say, unsure of how I plan to but I have to figure out a way.

Thorin replied as he managed to get himself to his feet through sheer willpower alone. “BROTHER NOW!” Lokison nodded and reversed the mechanism of his spell releasing Rogue who was beyond aggravated.. Rogue upon his release attacked the first thing he could see and that was Odin.. … A fierce punch struck the all father unexpectedly causing him to stagger backwards, followed by a strong kick to the midsection sending him tumbling into his throne.. Thorin ceased the moment and called forth Mjolnir, his trusted weapon and fling it at Odin who was getting up hitting him on the chin pushing the all father back..