Thranduil X Bard Novels & Stories

Bardolph’s face broke with relief and grief together. “But if you try to make this death into a gift I must cherish, I will drag your spirit back and slap you again.” Farkas closed his eyes as if that was the first sensible sentence spoken all night. Bardolph nodded once. “That seems fair.” Otsana the healer stepped forward, silver thread stretched between her hands, and began chanting in a language older than Blackfang’s law. The thread rose into the air and wrapped around the black bond between Bardolph and me.

as an account of his journey. 2,600 years ago, when the people of Decarabian rebelled, led by the Nameless Bard Barbatos (then known as "the Elf"), the Decarabian 's former lover Amos, and the Red-haired Warrior, when Clan Brunilderin, led by his current namesake Brunilderin, also takes part in the battle.

The darkness outside surrounds him like a doom, and each step he takes is precise as he walks towards the small crowd of warriors drinking around the bonfire. Then, he sees him. Luca’s gaze becomes a red haze at the same time Gildor smirks at him. “Fellow warriors, let's give a toast to Luca!” He raises his cup in the air and most of the warriors cheer. Taking a sip, Gildor walks towards Luca who is as still as a rock. “I see why you kept him for yourself now, I left him in one piece, didn't I? No need to be this angry, we are colleagues after all,”

And in such circumstances, this couldn’t be more apt. “I am Thrud, Warrior Queen of the Valkyries. I may look uncommon to you now, but many years ago I schooled here, in Zandor.” “I knew that you wouldn’t just leave,” Ray smiled faintly at the shinning image of his wife. The goddess was Alexis as you may already guessed. She didn’t tell anyone, not even Ray, that she had done something like this. If he knew that she had left her soul imprint on Zandor, he wouldn’t have bothered protecting the people with his Spirit.

"And who are you?" "He doesn't need to give us his name," Queen Niamh whispered loudly. "Don't interrupt," Lorcan hissed. Niamh sat straighter in her saddle, "This is a surprise visit." "He has no right to be disrespectful," Lorcan said low and steady. "Even a child knows how to greet their King and Queen." Niamh opened her mouth again, but Lorcan was speaking. "What is your name?" The elflord in the green tunic bowed low, "I am Thalanil Gildan, leader of the village of Imnenora. Please, let me show you what has been done."

Luka started, but Theoden spoke first. “I remember.” His voice was low, calm. But it hit the clearing like thunder. His warriors froze. Luka’s brow furrowed. “Remember what?” Darius, still catching his breath, frowned. “What the hell are you talking about?” Theoden inhaled slowly. Then—he looked them in the eye. “My name is Theoden.” Silence. A heavy, unnatural stillness. Luka took a step back. Darius let out a breath—a disbelieving, almost stunned laugh.

Rylan placed his hand beside mine. “I swear it with you,” he said. “From this moment forward, he is no longer our father.” I closed my fist around the blood-soaked earth. “From this night on,” I said quietly, “Thorin is my enemy.”

" His eyes blazed orange as he stared into mine, with clear confusion and anger on his face. He killed the horse I was riding, and I jumped off, bringing my weapon down, but it was met by the barrier of darkness around him. I could see Yileyna fighting against Arabella but I could also see that the latter was holding strong. We needed to kill her first, and together, she was fucking powerful… "What are you?" Theoden hissed venomously as I blocked another swing of his sword. "The Queen’s Champion, and the one who bears her mark." I replied coldly.

IRIS Cirdan has been sulking since I told him that I could not be his date to the ballroom party. I had agreed to be Vine and Vane’s date when I sat close to them at the bonfire and I couldn’t very well go with Cirdan, that would be enough to put us under the spotlight and it would not be very long with people poking around before they discover that he is my mate. He knows this but it still doesn’t prevent him from sulking.