Novel & Cerita Woodland Elves Hobbit

***One Month Later Garlands of olive branches and daisies swept through Basharr's palace. The animated statues played music constantly. Courtiers and attendants hustled to brush gold leaf across the palms of every visitor. It was meant to show the prosperity all elves would share under Eden and Violet's reign.

Niamh's hair seemed to glow in the night, and when the moon's light shone upon it, her hair resembled embers of an undying fire against her armor. The answer to the question of their destination was answered eventually when the company rode into Shandalar's village. The owner of the King's Pub was mounted, and as the royal guard continued through the village, Shandalar and many other Elves appeared from between houses and trees, joining ranks with wordless greetings. The trees, themselves, seemed to part the let the company through, as though they knew the importance of the mission.

"They're hobs or brownies and do the cleaning in the mound. I looked up at the tunnel and realized that it was all perfectly cut stone. "So we're in a mound like fairies?" Rowen chuckled and told me elves were sorta like the fey. I rolled my eyes sarcastically and told him to get us to my son. We ran down a black marbled hall and he said to prepare my magic. I raised my glowing hands and Rowen burst through the wood door, shocking everyone inside. I raised my fists and listened attentively to the murmurs filling the room.

The centaurs are out today, it was rare they even come close to this place, they often slept deep within the woods, I’d only ever seen one, and it tried to kill me. Wills rough voice echoes through the Cabin, he was awake now, the door opened revealing a very drowsy elf. He scratched his over grown bearded a bit, and sat down in the chair beside me. Will had opted to grow a bearded despite my constant attempts to reassure him that despite the Lady in the Taverns comment of him looking like a child he truly didn’t.

“Aren’t you going to let me go? I told you what you wanted to know.” “No.” I say and continue walking. His yells, expletives and cries follow us as we move deeper into the forest. “How long will those chunks of wood hold him?” Avani asks me. “Until he’s dead and his body starts to decay.” He stops, looking at me. “Seriously?” I shrug. “Yes, seriously. Unless he rips his legs off to save himself.” “And you say I’m gross.” “A lesson learned too late, but he should know not to mess with elves. Now he does.” I say. I mean, if you’re going to hunt something, shouldn’t you know something about the creature you’re hunting?

They dropped their hoods revealing the pointed tips of their ears and their willowy stature brandishing thin bladed swords that sang an ethereal melody in the chilly air. "Why do you foul our sacred woods with your foul stench, wolf? What do you seek? Death perhaps?" The tallest one spoke sheathing his sword, golden brown hair glittering with otherworldly light in the now lightening forest. His eyes drew one in like he offered safe harbor from whatever dangers they were running from but the blood coating him revealed a dangerous predator. His other Elven brethren appeared blood free as if they had hung back to watch him lay waste to the intruders. Pelto suspected they hadn’t even considered

“Biringan was unlike anything I could’ve ever dreamed of. It wasn’t anything like those mythical kingdoms that we see in the movies. Like Rivendell or…” “Lothlorien,” Kate suggested because she was a geek when it came to the elves of high fantasy. She even wrote one fanfiction on Wattypad starring Kili and Tauriel.

I ask, as he links one of his arms with mine holding Amelia safely in the other. "I grew up round here, there's a path right here it's beautiful" he smiles, we start heading towards a wooded area.

And everything falls back to me per usual. The village of Eldad lies beyond the Halden Woods, veiled by the magic of the Revian plants. We are all wolvens, so we operate like a hive, like separate parts of one mind. Each one does according to his/her ability, not too small and not too much either.

The attack comes before we reach Fang territory. We're moving through dense forest, maybe an hour from our target, when Finn suddenly stops. "Do you hear that?" I strain my hybrid senses, filtering through normal forest sounds. Then I catch it. Movement. Lots of movement. Coming from multiple directions. "Ambush!" Marcus roars. "Defensive formation!" We barely have time to react before they burst from the trees. Not possessed wolves. Something worse. Elves. At least thirty of them, their eyes glowing red with demonic corruption. They move with inhuman speed, their natural grace twisted into something predatory.