Thranduil Merch Novels & Stories

"Lord Kael. Lord Rhydian. I have something for you." Kael looked up. "What is it?" Mira held out the box. "A gift. From the southern kingdoms. Lady Isara wanted to express her gratitude." Kael took the box and opened it carefully. Inside lay two silver pendants, each carved with the symbol of the Twin Blades. They were simple, elegant, and beautiful. "They're meant to be worn together," Mira said. "A reminder that no one walks alone." Kael felt tears prick at his eyes. He handed one pendant to Rhydian and fastened the other around his own neck.

Beta Aide Corwin barks from the darkness, his paws already moving to coordinate the royal warriors. An hour later, the atmosphere inside the public terminal of the border station is thick with the scent of lesser wolves. Our team waits near the stone pillars, watching for the arrival of the Silverhowl bards. Meredith Thornvale finally glides through the arches, her thin body wrapped in a screaming pink feather robe that makes her pelt resemble a mutated marsh bird. In her desperate bid to steal the gaze of the high bards, her soul is clearly willing to drape her skin in absolute garbage.

“That is why you are here, Ashluca. I gave him you. You will help him complete his path.” I nodded. Her eyes moved to the jar. So did mine. “You recognize it?” I nodded. “A pelt. A True Blood.” Her expression softened, powerful and solemn. “It belongs to him.” I stilled. By him... Does she mean- “…Thorne?” I whispered. “Thorne is a True Blood?” “Yes, Ashluca Ashval." "The last," she said. "Of them all.” My heart shattered. “Then why is his pelt here?”

Before they could process in their thoughts what I exactly meant, a shadow behind the two warriors facing me came out. "I heard someone looking for me!" He was here. Orora was right. He was here as a slave. His looks had never changed. Dragons had the power to look young for millenniums, and the evidence was right in front of me. The four warriors surrounding me hastily faced him. Fear was all over their disgusting looks. "Thorin, it is nice to see you again!" He smirked. Even me, Thorin's human, he could recognize. "How do you know that I am Thorin?" I asked, sneering. Our eyes never left the warriors, waiting in shock. This was what we wanted. Frittering away the time for a while, making t

Reyna- Before we left the INN, we ran into a female Fairy, NPC. She was very absent-minded as she searched frantically for something. I remembered seeing the NPC on multiple levels, but I didn’t recall meeting her on this level. Her name was Thane, and she was always misplacing stuff. It was a somewhat unnecessary quest, as the only thing that could be received as a reward was a material called Dlarun, which was used to craft basic weapons or could be sold at the market for a few gold pieces.

His long, pointed ears and grayish skin revealed that he was a Drow, better known as Dark Elves, a relative of the High Elves and Wood Elves. He wore a midnight black long-sleeved shirt, the buttons on this were gold and on his chest, on each side he had a small pocket that could be opened by unfastening the button that held it, on his back he had the symbol of Damenburg Castle, the intertwined tree. Beneath him he wore a set of black pants. He also wore a pair of fine leather high boots and from his belt hung a sword that resembled an elegant needle, it was a Rapier.

the Pale King replied. From the center of the white moon, a platform of mercury-light descended. Standing upon it was the young Silas Thorne. He looked exactly as he had in the laboratory—obsidian hair, sharp sapphire eyes, and skin that glowed with a sickly, iridescent marble quality. He wore the white-and-silver robes of the High Elders, and in his hand, he carried a scepter made of "Purified Marrow."

Five minutes later ,he comes down with ten red boxes as big as a tissue box and two a box brought by Thunder as tall as a three to four years old child's. The men shock to see the ten green jade pendant with different sizes . Once Thunder open the box cover , they shock to see the green jade Buddha sculpture as tall as a two years old child . No one would know , Adrian bought it with a low prince from a teavel monk in the ancient time . Thunder goes up again , this time he brought down a box as tall as a five years old child . When he open the box , they can see the white jade horse sculpture with the green emerald as the horse 's eyes with an engraved them General Ming horse . It's from Dyn

Thane spoke getting up and walking to his dresser to open a drawer. I spotted the amulet I had almost stolen in one of them. “Landon’s coming to help out. The hunt’s usually really exciting for younger wolves.” I scoffed. “Thane, you’re twenty six, you’re not exactly ancient.” He turned to me and gave a slight grin. “Yes, but I’ve already won almost all the hunts I’ve been in. Might as well give the rookies a chance.” I snorted. “Show off.” He picked out a black t shirt and threw it over his head.

Next to me was a small chest that caught my eye, and I reached into it slowly, pulling out two different toys that were lightly coated in dust. The one on my left hand was a small wooden toy sword with chipping paint. A little pale blue tassel hung from the hilt and the Du Pleasant family crest was carved into the side of the blade. On my right hand was a soft sewn doll in a warm blue dress with faded white lace accents. Her little wiry blonde hair was still partially styled on one side while the other looked like it had been roughly dragged across the floor. The little pale blue button eyes were still hanging on by a stretched out thread and the family crest was stitched into the doll's ski