Romans & histoires Was Tauriel In The Hobbit Book

Gregory held Willow's hand as they walked to the door together. Once outside, Willow threw his hand out of hers and began to run. She needed to get away from him. This was all some kind of misunderstanding. She is Willow Winter, the once famous miracle child, orphan girl that hustles her way through life. She did not need a hand out or a knight in shining armour. Marriage is a big step, Willow still believed in fairytales. She still thought about the love her parents shared. She was apart of a fairytale until fate took them away.

NARAH'S POV The loud argument in the dining room kept everyone busy, they didn't even notice I had been standing there for a couple of minutes. My hands were fidgeting, and in the cool atmosphere, I began to feel sweat dripping down my forehead. What is Luna Tauriel doing here? I thought. She was pointing her finger at a handsome man who resembled Alpha Van, screaming, “I can come here whenever I wish. It's my daughter's home too.”

I’ve been the farthest from them, I’m ready to go see them now. I muster a genuine smile at my sister as we share smiles while Aunt Sue walks our guest in. Neil is sitting across from us with legs crossed and subtle anticipation in his keen bronze eyes. The Elf comes before us, a dazzling beauty as Aunt Sue presents them before us, leaving me and Elizabeth in awe as we discover it’s a female and not a male. The Elf suddenly bows at us, me in particular. Rising, she speaks warmly as she says, “Your Highnesses, it is an honor to grace your presence. I am called Tara.”

Keyla learned that a number of them were used for medicinal purposes, as well as being the source of dyes for fabrics. When they had finished the meal, they stood as a pair of Elves cleared the serving paraphernalia. Their horses were brought to them, and Keyla greeted Ziara with effusive words of happiness. She was pleased to see that not only was she unharmed, she looked better than ever. Her manner spoke of good humor as well. As they prepared to mount, a third horse stepped near, led by a lithe female Elf. She smiled. “Greetings,” she said. “I am Taiya. I am to accompany you.” Her accent was delightful without being thick. She knew the common tongue well.

he tells me. I roll my large yellow eyes and then notice something strange. I tip our child slightly so I can see his underbelly. Well not quite his underbelly. Things are not as they should be and what should be there isn't. "I've always liked the name Jewel myself," I say into Tahr's mind. Tahr can do little more than sputter as he looks closer at the missing appendage that draws my attention. "He's a girl?" he says in complete bewilderment.

There was too many of them. I stared desperately from the shifting fog back to the Erelim again. Fear engulfed me. Pushed my face into the pillow. I screwed my eyes tight shut. 'Once a King or Queen of Narnia, Casey Brogan', whispered Mr Tumnus, slipping his warm hand into mine, 'always a King or Queen of Narnia.' My eyes flew open.

Girls are always readable. The only girls who aren't are Princess Zillah's lady guard, Vivien Li, and Theo's sister and co-guard, Tara Jōn, and though he hated to admit it, the small and petite woman Barbie Lewelyn. He sighed and looked around then smacked his forehead with his palm.

Otherwise, their innocence would be tainted. That guy… and two wives? At this moment, General Tewa was confused, but he was not stupid. He immediately thought of Darryl and the two goddesses. Was Tarrasque referring to Darryl?

Maddox started growling in my head and I could feel it starting to rumble in my own chest. “This is exactly what we saw right?” Legolas looking for some confirmation that he wasn’t going crazy, for once. “Yeah, that’s it! Well shit. What does the book say about it? What is it for starters?” Legolas shifted the book back in front of him and is scanning the pages. “We’re fucked. That’s what it says.” “What? Not possible.” I say taking the book from him and reading for myself. “How the hell is that even possible? I thought they were all killed in the first war?”

he said as he half-bowed, half-cringed his way out of the room. As the room scrambled to life, the dark lord’s eyes roamed over Tara as he inspected her more carefully. She certainly was the image of the young enchantress. Had he not held the young enchantress prisoner for almost a month and become familiar with her light, he might have even believed this was indeed Lucy O’Shea, niece and star protégé of the great and powerful Fiona O’Shea. Looking closely, he hesitated. Could it be? Was he looking at a doppelganger? Impossible! He’d have known if one existed. A doppelganger of someone such as the young enchantress could prove quite valuable. Yes, indeed. This might not be such a bad thing a