Thranduil Novelas e Histórias

Fenrir straightened instantly, one hand drifting closer to the hilt of his sword—not threatening, just ready. A tall elf emerged from the shadows, robes woven with silver thread that shimmered faintly as he moved. His hair was dark, bound back neatly, and his expression was carefully neutral. But his eyes flicked to Fenrir—and hardened. “Prince Fenrir,” the elf said, voice smooth but cool. “You return unexpectedly.” Fenrir inclined his head slightly. “Councillor Thalanor.” So this was one of them. The people Fenrir never talked about. The ones he left behind.

She is a breeze that teases—and a storm that shreds reputations. Thalindra, Water Priestess-Princess of Nireen — Serenity personified, Thalindra pads barefoot along marble halls trailing the scent of clean rain. Her healing gift can knit flesh or soothe fevered minds, but beneath the calm surface runs a current strong enough to carve stone. Offend her people or threaten her place, and that gentle river becomes a flash flood.

ALVA The vein in Lilika’s temple throbbed as Nikolas introduced me. The look of absolute repulse she sent my way made me shudder but it was a much pleasant experience to the mental daggers that Nikolas's fianceé kept throwing at me. I was a fool to think the theater of disgrace would end there . Nikolas suddenly turned me in the direction of Aphrodite's and began. "Alva, This is Doria."

“I have no idea where the fuck she is. I don’t even know how I’m going to find her.” Rubbing the stubble on his chin, Daniel closed his eyes as he thought of a solution. “Teddy. He’s…he’s in a castle with a…” Holding his hand over his head, Daniel tried to gauge the height. “A giant man with a white beard.” His hand moved to Haldir’s shoulder as Daniel stared into his eyes and gave the instructions. “He can mist to her without knowing where she is. I’ve done it. He just has to be angry enough.”

and we are being honest about that part. Sir Thorin Meelany is a gentleman to the core, and even though he's a warrior, he's still handsome. Being as tall as my dad, with a body sculpted and full of muscles, tan skin, wavy short dark-brown hair, lilac eyes, and a deep voice that complements his persona like a cherry on top of a cake. And he's smart and skilled. Back in the north, there are a lot of girls and boys who have a crush on him, but he's the stern and oblivious type. He doesn't seem to care about that. But knowing him as we do, we know that he's affectionate under the surface.

If we ever found ourselves on opposing sides of a conflict, he wouldn't think twice about crushing me. The four kings and their heirs occupy the rest of the chairs: Pakstan of the North with Pharaoah, Theo of the South with Thorn, River of the East, and me, and lastly, Nathan of the fuckin' West with his second son, Elliot. The latter gives me a scowl, and I return it without blinking. He is a little younger than father in age, but he is still tall, and his grey eyes are exceedingly penetrating. Without sure, he is the one who proposed Bella be wed to one of his kids, who are more repulsive than he is.

"Are you... are you the man in that house?" - Lily said fearfully. “Which house? I don't understand." He tried to deny it, but his face showed a lie. He smiled faintly at Lily. From behind, Elias had chased, he shouted: "Stop!" Douglas did not stop, but went faster. He has extraordinary strength, running at a speed like the wind. But Elias had always been called the god of wind, and in a short time, he was standing right in front of Douglas.

He has more powerful healing and protection spells than anyone else. The one on the right is Isilmë. He has the ability to summon mystical everlasting fire. He claims to be able to become invisible without the need of an invisibility cloak, a powerful disillusionment charm. Legolas claims that he is proficient in occlumency and legilimency as well. On the left side, Ithildin. He uses telepathy to cast spells. He has the ability to read folk's thoughts in order to gain access to their memories. He has the ability to manipulate people's thoughts and force them to accomplish things against their will.

Titan was ruled by the great, cruel, intelligent, dangerous personality, Ravan. Two humans present in craft worried about the human who was their travel companion in space voyage. They lost the companion in the space while they were busy repairing the space laboratory. Both settled on the driving seats of craft. ‘My younger brother, what’s your proposal for our next move?’ one of them asked the other one. ‘Brother! Ram! Accept my apology that I don’t obey your order….’ Tears rolled out from his younger brother’s eyes. ‘Lakshman! Don’t worry, and we will find the Sita, our companion.’ Ram placed his right hand on Lakshman’s left shoulder.

Vine ordered but Vane growled. “He is not wild, he is cute.” “There is no correlation!” “Then I will domesticate him then.” Vane replied. “Shall we?” Vine sighed, leaving his twin and his new pet. “Of course, Cirdan replied. “Can we know your names?” Vine asked, Cirdan tensed. “My name is Cirdan, son of Ared. The prime minister for the folks.” “And your mate?” Vine asked, turning to look at me.