Thranduil X Bard Novels & Stories

Dan raised an eyebrow, challenge clear in his voice. Freya's grin widened. "Well, we've got three hours of movie ahead of us. Plenty of time for a rematch." Dan's eyes darkened with desire. "Careful what you wish for, Anderson. I might just take you up on that offer." Freya shivered, not entirely from the chill. She took another bite of pizza, watching the screen as Gandalf and Pippin rode into Minas Tirith. "You know," she mused, "I always wondered how they managed personal hygiene on these long quests. No showers, limited supplies..."

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.

They had some reservations. Eryndor sensed Thorne's hesitation and took a step forward. "I will not ask you to do this alone," he said. "I will stand with you, and together we will triumph. Once you fight with me, your troop will get a miraculous healing power. The healing power as Lyra and Arvia's troops have already got.

"Let me guess ,Thorin, you must be from Savannah." Bringing his glass to his lips, Thorin grinned. "Yes, you would be correct." "My daddy's from Savannah, you sound just like him." Placing his wine glass back on the table, Thorin licked his lips clean and nodded. "Yes, I'm aware. Our families have quite a history together. I've known your grandfathers, Haldir and Jasper, for, oh, I don't know, at least a hundred and fifty years. Curious how Fate plays these things out, isn't it?”

Haldir put his hand on Ben’s shoulder and said, “Well, let’s go deliver this message and see what he wants so we can get out of here.” As he entered the Great Hall, Haldir lowered his head to Daniel and Rosemary. “Your Majesties.” Daniel shook his head as he approached the men. “I’ve told you before, it’s just Daniel.” Haldir smiled quickly with closed lips and said, “Daniel. This is…” “Thorin and Ben, yes, I know.” Daniel looked the two men over then pushed his black wavy hair off his face before extending his hand to Ben. “I’ve been waiting a very long time to meet you.”

/“If she is our mate, then our bond is blurred because I cannot feel it. This isn’t her fault.” /“You think this is why I’m upset? Blaming her wolf for choosing someone else?”/ /“You’ve thought about it before,”/ he sniffs. Kin grunts and gets to his feet, his six tails bristling. /“Both of you have it wrong; you’re having the same reaction to that gem around her neck as your father had. Thorin, you’re a late descendant of Baron and Loki - anything to do with the Wolf God Xamnir will affect you.”/

Turtela responds, standing up with dignified grace. Thalindra's eyes darts to the spot where I am hiding. My breathing catches. Did I hide myself well? Would the vines protect me? “I believe I heard someone; furthermore, this is a shared area.” I recognized a familiar face and chose to greet them. Thalindra spoke gently as she approached the bench. "It's only me," Turtela states effortlessly. “I frequently visit this place to soothe the turmoil in my thoughts.” Thalindra is nearly at the concealed area now. I sense her eyes scan me—almost as if she understands, as if she is probing the boundaries of the place I'm hiding.

Rowan Caelen Blackthorn. The name still felt surreal on my tongue. A name that held strength, legacy, and love. A name chosen not for show but for the heart of the man it honored, Rowan, Lyra’s twin, Xander's brother, my friend, my brother-in-law, and the soul who had carried so much weight on his shoulders with unwavering loyalty.

And that's without mentioning the four heroes who were keeping an eye on him! If Henry had known he had been picked because Riel had not responded to his letter, he would have cursed Riel forever. "I'll just keep quiet and do what I'm told." Henry made his decision right away. Tap. Tap. "Hello, my name is Gildar, and I am a Druid of Starlight." As he approached, Gildar made a formal introduction. In his entire life, he had never seen a group of women as stunning as the three beauties in front of him.