Who Died In The Hobbit Book Novels & Stories

Lady Wolferly and Lord Haymitch both succumbed to their illness before they turned twenty-seven. The next section detailed their illness in bold bullet points. Hysteria. Weakness. Rage. Pneumonia. Delusions. I swallowed thickly. None of that seemed pleasant in any way. I flipped the next page of the book and came across another name. Widen Lunerly. He must’ve been a relative of Valentin’s. His fate was the same as Ellis’s. One fated mate and another that made itself known later in life. He was twenty when he died. The same symptoms were bulleted below his outcome.

Shiva kept on whimpering, and Serena loved every bit of her cries. "Yeah! Cry for his death, b!tch!" With her words, both Shiva and I looked up, shocked. "He is going to die in the hands of his own wolf. Thorin is going to end him!" How could that happen? They were one body. Not unless Thorin fought for dominance to come out just like before.

And when I'm done, I pull away slightly and he gives me a reassuring smile. “It's over, Elara.” Hearing him saying it makes reality dawn on me. Anita, Calistra. They're dead. The rogues are dead. The few that survived have been captured and will be imprisoned. Everything is really- I look up at him in alarm, suddenly remembering one more person. “What of Elder Huncho?” “He's also dead.” “Everything is finally over.” I mutter underneath my breath. “Now let's get you treated.” On a horse, he takes me to the healers camp. Most soldiers that were injured are no longer there, instead they've been transferred to the royal infirmary.

Nicklaus chuckled coldly. I pulled back a little to stare at him, his words striking me hard. "They? Who's the they? Aragorn I assume?" Nicklaus exhaled deeply, and I instantly knew something has happened. "That slimy bastard, he found a way to cover himself, Collins was about to confess who sent him when he caught fire and burnt to death, right before everyone." He said and my eyes pulled wide open in shock. "Wh.. what the hell? How is that even possible?" My words came out a stuttering mess.

That's when the smiles on his lips disappeared and were replaced by a grin. “It's good that you knew right away. I thought it would take a long time for you to guess.” He said and playfully sat on the sofa before closing his eyes. But the Zombie plan of killing the woodcutter did not materialize when the woodcutter came to the front of the Zombie house to give him another deer to eat. I squeezed even harder to one side as I witnessed how the spirit left Albus' body. And I almost swallowed all my saliva when I saw Albus' body that was now decomposing and smelling so bad.

Joe began, as my ears itched to hear the rest. "What are you talking about, Joe?" Tommy buzzed, as if reading the question on my mind. "It also says in this book that Devan had a brother who died..." "Robb... He died a few days ago." I muttered, as Big Joe nodded. "Just that he didn't really die." Joe announced, as Tommy and i exchanged quick galnces. "What are you talking about?" Tommy questioned intently, as Big Joe turned the pages of the book hurriedly, until he got to one that was filled with scribblings.

It was obvious that he was dying. "Thorin!" I ran to him and dropped to my knees at the edge of the pit, grabbing both his arms and pulling with everything I had. He didn't move. The ground held him like it had teeth. "What happened?" I said, pulling again, my voice rising into something close to panic. "Thorin, talk to me, what is this?" He managed a weak, broken laugh that turned into a grimace. "Wrong place," he said, the words slurring slightly. "Wrong... step."

A picture he stared at now, as his host descended the stares with a lit lantern in hand, casting light across a once black room and giving it a warm glow. There was a shocked gasp, then a silence as she saw his face unveiled from the hood when he sat down. "Father Sethlzaar." He ignored the woman's motherly voice and continued to study the poster on the wall while keeping her within his peripheral view. It was an obituary poster. One inviting the entire realm to the casting of the body of a noble named Lord Emelloi Varnagris the third to the flame. The man had died over two months ago. The death on the poster put the man's death at around the time he was in the Arlyn forest.

The bus had arrived, and the bus driver was out, waiting with the others, too. “Mr. Stefan, where is Lee Ho?” One of his colleagues asked, and the others looked at me, with tears filling their eyes up. “Lee Ho is gone.” I said and everywhere went quiet, except for Britney who began to cry. “He died a hero. He saved Britney from wolves, and while thinking he was done, he was killed by another.” “What! But Mr. Stefan, I thought had this. I thought you could handle this!” The colleague shouted in pain.

That was the problem. Thor: deceased during final engagement. Body recovered. Cremated under Council protocol. That was it. There were no other details. So according to this file, Thor had died during an altercation and his body had been cremated. Needless to say, this was not a typical report. I leaned back slightly. My eyes lingered on the file, as if staring at it long enough might force it to admit something it wasn’t written to reveal. “He’s not dead,” I said out loud. That was much was obvious to me. The report was lying. They filed this report so people would believe he was dead.