Thranduil X Bard Novels & Stories

Sael trots ahead, tail high, yipping at everything that moves. Our first stop is the outer courtyard, where Thorne—half-dragon guard captain—stands polishing a sword longer than I am tall. He blushes actual smoke when he sees me. “Lady,” he rumbles, bowing so low his horns scrape the ground. “I… wrote a sonnet. About your eyes. It is terrible.” Lyriel hides a laugh behind her wing. I manage a smile. “I’m sure it’s lovely.” He produces a scroll from nowhere and thrusts it at me.

The magic and the wind dropped away. Several of the patrons edged their way out of the tavern, evidently deciding that Rivyn and I were a little too dangerous to share a drink with, but the bard was delighted - I could see him writing verse in his mind. I wondered how our encounter would be spun into song and if I would recognise myself in it, were I to hear it. “You do not lie,” the blonde man studied me with an interest that had my skin prickling in warning. “I guess I should not be surprised that the last living siren would be keeping company with a Fae mage.”

Draco traded a flustered glance with Alfos before turning their gazes back to Rodrik. "Could you speak in simple, straightforward terms?" Draco pressed. Rodrik gave a sharp nod. It was a wonder his neck didn't break in the process. "May the Creator be blessed, my lord," Rodrik rattled, brown teeth flashing in Draco's face. "My lord, Edrand Thraegastis Rahl, is your second chance mate..." Draco's grip on Rodrik's biceps loosened. He stepped back, shocked. The males in the room slipped into shock and gasps.

Every step he took was steady, controlled, and powerful, like he had all the time in the world to grace us with his presence. And the moment Hector saw him— He went still, so deathly still that my heart skipped at the sight. Why did Hector react like that? And why was this strange man starting to look a little familiar? The elder’s voice suddenly rang out in that moment. “Alpha and Luna, Please allow me to introduce Lord Thorin,” he announced. “The greatest warrior of the Lycan realm.” The crowd erupted in cheers again and that was when it hit me. This was Sevrin's brother, Thorin.

In the constellations and aurora borealis of Skadhi's Bow, the maternal Disir witches and paternal Alfar elves smiled gently down upon our maidenly, comely forms. "Princess Turiel, my dear lady, what brings you a courting with your roguish, dirt stained knees and swordplay bloodied trousers? Did you take your temper out on an undeserving page during practice yet again, hmm? Were you out futzing about: fighting and drinking and gambling with the berserkers and shieldmaidens, as per your usual vices?" Yolanda dismounted her steed Niksandriel and set out rye bread, apples, cured lamb, and a wheel of goat's cheese on a woolen blanket, her homebrewed lavender, apple blossom, and raspberry mead se

And on the day of the final victory over the enemy, the Kermalans most praised the name of Felix. But the others didn’t sit idly by either. The Thordvin twins gathered those who wanted in the Tantario clan with them and caught the king's henchmen traveling in small groups. Tristan was often absent, working side by side with Telvisina and discussing future plans. Thanks to the Power of the Higher Ones, the company easily maintained a mental connection with each other, instantly learning about what was happening.

As he reached in my direction, he tapped my shoulder and let out a little laughter. "You missed a lot of occurrences," Théodred has spoken, he throws a gaze at me and he huffed. "Come on, how's the life out there?" He asked with his teasing voice. I simply chuckled as I began to turn my back to him and faced him. "Haven't you heard of what recently arise? Thornsfrost is now undergoing a tragedy." I saw how his countenance shifted, his smiles disappeared and all of a sudden, an intense look reflects on his face.

Valen listens, but his hand stays lightly on my thigh, fingers brushing idle circles that make my cheeks warm. Lira leans back, laughter bright in her eyes as she trades barbed jokes with Thalen. “You always drink too fast,” she teases him, tipping her goblet toward him. “Someday you’ll drink yourself into a tree and forget how to fly.” He winks back. “I’d rather drink myself into a good night with a pretty woman than remember how to fly.” The table echoed with laughter. Rhaenan smirks and raises his glass. “To good nights, then. And to our Lady of the Twilight Court"

They exchanged a few more blows deftly blocking each one. “I know father sent you.” Torin looked pointedly at him, he smirked back at him. “Ah yes, but I didn’t think you would be so stupid to pass this ball up.” Thuldruil raised his eyebrow. “Why would I want to go to some werewolf ball?” Torin asked parrying and sidestepping letting Thuldruil’s blade slice right past him.