Thranduil X Bard Novels & Stories

Thorin was up to a challenge, and he nodded. 'Sure, buddy. Let's win this!' I encouraged him, and we rhythmically ran, racing with Prince Alaric. When Alaric jumped to the branches, Thorin followed him with his gaze. Alaric glanced over his shoulder and grinned at us. "Release it, Thorin. Come on. That's the best you've got!" Alaric was taunting him. I thought again that Thorin would get mad, but I was wrong. He indeed released it and jumped high into the air. While Prince Alaric jumped fast and high in the air, making the branches of high trees his land, Thorin used the ground to race against him. They were both amazing.

I sit down beside Rowan, my large body perfectly still, a beautiful, elegant smile plastered on my face. The head bard checks the hourglass, his wolf ears twitching with greed. He strikes his iron staff against the floor, pointing the glowing recording stone right at my face. "Miss Eloise Hollowmere!" the bard demands loudly. "Tell the territory the truth! Why did you sneak into the sacred audition arena? Was it out of pure, fat human jealousy toward Meredith Thornvale, or are you trying to use her royal wolf name to force your own sick comeback into the Bard Guild?"

screeched Venet, pointing at the Johan’s grip on the older prince as he dragged Xander along. “My liege, are you feeling okay after your duel?” Boulvar asked with worry evident in his voice. “I am fine,” Xander answered him. “I told you, the air here is good for me!” “So, who’s winning? Dorin or Mordecai?” Johan asked an onlooker as he went closer to the two mages. “It is hard to tell,” Boulvar answered him. “Dorin has been throwing different attacks at Sir Mordecai, while the other is barely avoiding them.”

my father. "My friend, they're quite charming, this beautiful daughter of yours gildeon" king thranduel in surprise. "Good day! Princesses of Taura Kingdom!" King thranduel "Same to you too, your majesty " wendia she pokes me secretly to speak up. "Yeah, same, same king duel (yawn) Cool~..." and my sleepiness attack's me (sleepy). "So which one of them gildeon?" King thranduel asked my father before my father answer I speak.

I assume it's the usual happy birthday mantra so, at first, I start to tone it out, but then he mentions friendships being forged by bonds stronger than words and my ears pick up. “My good people, thank you all for coming here tonight to celebrate my daughter’s birthday. But that was not the only reason we are gathered here, for as you know great friendships and alliances are forged not by mere words or promises, but by the bond of blood. So, it is with great pleasure and pride, that I would like to announce that King Brydon and myself, have agreed to form an alliance, through the eternal binding of my daughter Lilliana, to his son Lance in marriage. May their joining bring eternal peace bet

We said goodbye and I headed to the address Nick had texted me. As I walked into the shop a friendly gentleman greeted me. “Miss Clarke, Mr. Thorn said to expect you.” “He did,” I sounded surprised. “I have the bottles ready for you.” We walked over to the counter, and he showed me the bottles. First was Chateau Montelena chardonnay and the second was a bottle of Macallan 18-year-old double cask whiskey. I nodded, not having a clue. I watched as he boxed the bottles up and placed a gift ribbon around each of them.

Why does he seem so different from before? The tall man became even more furious when he heard Javier could not remember his name. “You’re the one who f*cking ruined my entire family, yet you can’t even remember my name?” Javier found it very strange. “What’s me destroying your family got to do with whether I remember your name or not?” At that moment, Lloyd, sitting by the side of the table, spoke up. “He’s Thorin, Luca’s friend. He used to hang around with a guy called Harold, but you ended up killing him, and Thorin got thrown into prison.”

Finally, he chose: “I chose… the right one.” “Are you sure?” “Yes.” Haldir turned the card. The bear's jaw went down: “There is no way. I was sure, that that card was at the bottom of the deck.” “We reshuffled, remember.” “True, but…” “I have to ask. How many wives do you have?” “Three.” “What does that have to do with Ghidni?” “A lot. How many sisters do you have?” “Three.” “I know, why you chose Ghidni.”

The bard’s songs often competed with the conversations, though as he reached certain more popular songs, a hush would briefly fall, and all present would join in the chorus. The shifting candlelight caught on a sheen of green and gold in the bard’s eyes as he passed by, and Meguitte gripped Thaelen’s thigh under the surface of the table. Thaelen leaned closer. “What is he, Meguitte?” He breathed into her ear. “Werewolf,” she replied. “I am almost certain though I have never seen one.” “Nor me, so close and in human form,” Thaelen agreed. “Watch the others carefully.”

River saw the fog of confusion lift, revealing the man beneath. "A spark within me," Thane whispered, his voice barely audible, "has reignited." River's smile was radiant. "Your soul remembers," she replied, her voice filled with conviction. As they stood there, entwined in a silent understanding, the spell's grip on Thane's soul seemed to falter. The darkness receded, and for an instant, River glimpsed the radiant light within him. Their connection deepened, forged in the crucible of shared struggle and hope. River knew that Thane's healing was no longer just about breaking the spell, but about the bond they shared – a bond strong enough to vanquish any darkness.