DISCLAIMER: If you recognize any of these people, then they're
probably Tolkien's, or any DragonLance writer's. Dolenlithiel and Taruriel
belong to us. So here is our story! NOTE: THIS IS A FANFIC!!!!!! It's very
out of character, and it's not like the books! So if you don't like it, you
can just…not like it! Hmph!
***CHAPTER ONE***
Dolenlithiel and Taruriel were very bored.
And you know what that means.
They decided that the DragonLance and the Middle-Earth characters should have a little get-together…
Welcome to Dragon-Earth.
Two elves were sitting in a plain wooden room, with a third elf standing threateningly over them.
Legolas looked pleadingly up at the elf standing above him.
"No way," the elf said. "Not me, not EVER!"
Legolas took on a wheedling tone. "Please, Lithy?"
The elf sitting beside Legolas gave him an icy stare, causing him to shut up (lest the blood dry in his veins).
"Do not call me Lithy. Ever. In case you haven't noticed, I'm not Fala and I don't really want to marry you." Dolenlithiel smiled evilly.
Dalamar, as usual, hid his amusement. After all, that would spoil the splendid feeling of fear he had imprinted upon Legolas. His hands – which were tucked in his wide sleeves to hide the killing spell – twitched threateningly.
"Now, you two are going to teach each other a bit," Dolenlithiel said all too sweetly. "Leggy, you teach Dally a little about Middle-Earth, and Dally will teach Leggy some about Krynn." The evil grin on her face did little to appease Legolas's fear. As usual, Dalamar wasn't afraid.
Dolenlithiel left.
After about ten minutes, Dalamar's unblinking, cold stare threatened to make Legolas turn around and stick out his tongue. However, upon entering the room he had heard Dolenlithiel speaking to Dalamar – "If you have to kill him, use the three Elven runes. The Dwarven ones would be more out of place." – and didn't really want to give the other elf any excuse.
"So," Legolas said uncomfortably. "Do you want to teach me a bit about this Crane place? I mean, learning about other elves is always great. And I really know quite a lot about elves in our world, I mean…" Legolas trailed off, quailing under the distinctly hostile stare.
"In Krynn," he said coolly, "If you know a lot about elves, you know that dark elves have absolutely no interest in other elves as a race, unless they are followers of Nuitari."
Legolas gulped. "Nuitari? Say, what's a dark elf? Is it someone who is, like, evil? Or someone who was imprisoned by the king and queen because they killed women and children?"
"A dark elf is one who was exiled, in a sense becoming nonexistent, from their race of elves for practicing magic not accepted by the elves, followers of E'li, whether it be red or black magic." Dalamar's voice, as usual, was flat and totally devoid of emotion.
Legolas was growing increasingly uncomfortable. "How do you know so much about it? I mean, what with the exile and all, I wouldn't think that dark elves would be so popular, you know?" He gave what he hoped was a friendly smile.
Dalamar smiled coolly, a smile that seemed to communicate 'I am just smiling to hide the fact that, as soon as I can, I want to drink your blood.' "Well," he said in his normal – that is, deathly – tone, "being one of the dark elves, I am quite well versed in this particular area of knowledge."
A sound escaped Legolas before he could stop it.
"Oops!"'
~The previous section was written almost exclusively by Dolenlithiel. The next section will be more or less Taruriel, although the idea for this particular "get-together" was collaborative. Also, to understand some of the references in this story, you have to have read our other story, To Rhyme or Not To Rhyme. Anyway, if for some unknown reason you have actually enjoyed reading this, please review! We love to hear from you!~
***
In another, more or less identical room, sat three people. One was an elf. The other two were humans.
One wore a hooded black robe. The other wore long, white robes that somehow seemed to encompass all colors.
The elf smiled pleasantly at them. "Raistlin, Saruman, I'd like you to get acquainted. I'm going to go meet with Lith now." She leaned down to the black-robed human. "Raistlin, I want Saruman more or less in one piece when this is finished." she whispered. Then she vanished.
Saruman looked across the table at the other. Golden eyes watched him from under the hood, and the pupils seemed to be oddly formed – they were shaped like hourglasses. Saruman blinked, but the eyes remained the same, watching him coldly.
"So you are Saruman." stated the black-robed human, in an oddly quiet, rasping voice. "I am Raistlin."
Saruman nodded. This Raistlin put him strangely off-balance. He'd never met another human so…odd. "I take it you are a wizard?"
"I am."
Somehow, Raistlin's tone discouraged further questions. This made Saruman nervous. He put on his most persuasive manner, willing his face to remain pleasant. "Why is it that you wear a hood?"
"It makes things…easier." said Raistlin.
Saruman got the impression that the other wizard was laughing at him, under that black hood. He was determined not to give up. "How so?"
"My appearance often startles others."
"I don't believe I will be startled."
"As you wish." said Raistlin mockingly. He reached up to remove the hood, and Saruman was shocked to note that the color of his hands was not tan, or even black, but metallic gold.
The hood slid off Raistlin's head, and Saruman nearly choked. The wizard's face was the same golden color as his hands, and his hair was pure white.
A cynical smile twisted Raistlin's lips, as Saruman continued to gape. "So was the price for my magic. Never have I regretted it, never will I." He wrapped one hand around the staff at his side and, in one swift movement, stood up. "It seems you have paid no price. Therefore, it is necessary that I must make you pay."
Saruman paled. "What!-"
Raistin stared directly into Saruman's eyes. "Rise, and we will duel." Reluctantly, Saruman stood. "But…" Saruman's voice was choked off as a firebolt flared from the other wizard's hands. Surely it was impossible for such a frail person to wield such power! He ducked the firebolt, hastily placing shields around his body. Raistlin only smiled, and another flare of fire left his hands.
***
Taruriel flinched as yet another something exploded inside the room she had previously left. Dolenlithiel came down the hall, trying to ignore the explosions. "You know, I hadn't even suspected Legolas could be so…stupid." she said.
"Why, what'd he do?" asked Taru.
"He kind of…" Lith collapsed into a chair, laughing so hard she could barely breathe.
"He kind of what?" said Taru impatiently. Lith sat up, trying to regain control of herself.
"He asked Dalamar how he knew so much about dark elves."
Taru choked. "He what!?"
"He said, and I quote, 'How do you know so much about it? I mean, what with the exile and all, I wouldn't think that dark elves would be so popular, you know?' "
"Oh dear. What did Dalamar do?" said Taru, trying to restrain her laughter.
"He went very, very, very, polite."
"Poor Legolas!"
"Yeah. Anyway, how are Saruman and Raistlin doing?" asked Lith.
"Listen for yourself." said Taru, gesturing grandly at the wall. At that moment, a huge explosion rocked the floor. Lith fell off her chair.
"What are they doing in there?!" she cried. Taru's eyes went wide.
"If we want Saruman alive at the end of this, I think it might be time to end this!"
Lith nodded and struggled upright. "You get the door, this one isn't keyed to me."
Taru reached out and touched the wall. A crack ran down the wall from where she touched it, then up and around, forming a vaguely rectangular shape. Lith pushed it, and it swung open. Taru dove into the room, coughing on clouds of smoke. She ran towards Raistlin, who was in the midst of casting another spell. "Stop it, both of you!" Raistlin dropped his hands and turned to Taru.
"What?" he said in annoyance.
"We need Saruman alive, Raistlin! I think you've demonstrated you're very much his superior long enough." Raistlin sighed and, leaning on his staff, began to walk towards the door. Lith had managed to dispel the paralysis Raistlin had placed on Saruman. The bedraggled, singed wizard looked absolutely shocked. "Wha…?" Taru shook her head sympathetically, and looked pleadingly towards Lith.
"You put him and Raistlin together, you have to deal with it!" said Lith firmly.
"Please, Lith? I have to go find Raistlin a place to stay!" begged Taru.
"Oh, fine. But then you have to help me with Legolas and Dalamar."
"I will. Thanks!"
Lith took Saruman's arm – his staff was shattered – and began to lead him out of the room. Taru turned and ran after Raistlin.
***CHAPTER ONE***
Dolenlithiel and Taruriel were very bored.
And you know what that means.
They decided that the DragonLance and the Middle-Earth characters should have a little get-together…
Welcome to Dragon-Earth.
Two elves were sitting in a plain wooden room, with a third elf standing threateningly over them.
Legolas looked pleadingly up at the elf standing above him.
"No way," the elf said. "Not me, not EVER!"
Legolas took on a wheedling tone. "Please, Lithy?"
The elf sitting beside Legolas gave him an icy stare, causing him to shut up (lest the blood dry in his veins).
"Do not call me Lithy. Ever. In case you haven't noticed, I'm not Fala and I don't really want to marry you." Dolenlithiel smiled evilly.
Dalamar, as usual, hid his amusement. After all, that would spoil the splendid feeling of fear he had imprinted upon Legolas. His hands – which were tucked in his wide sleeves to hide the killing spell – twitched threateningly.
"Now, you two are going to teach each other a bit," Dolenlithiel said all too sweetly. "Leggy, you teach Dally a little about Middle-Earth, and Dally will teach Leggy some about Krynn." The evil grin on her face did little to appease Legolas's fear. As usual, Dalamar wasn't afraid.
Dolenlithiel left.
After about ten minutes, Dalamar's unblinking, cold stare threatened to make Legolas turn around and stick out his tongue. However, upon entering the room he had heard Dolenlithiel speaking to Dalamar – "If you have to kill him, use the three Elven runes. The Dwarven ones would be more out of place." – and didn't really want to give the other elf any excuse.
"So," Legolas said uncomfortably. "Do you want to teach me a bit about this Crane place? I mean, learning about other elves is always great. And I really know quite a lot about elves in our world, I mean…" Legolas trailed off, quailing under the distinctly hostile stare.
"In Krynn," he said coolly, "If you know a lot about elves, you know that dark elves have absolutely no interest in other elves as a race, unless they are followers of Nuitari."
Legolas gulped. "Nuitari? Say, what's a dark elf? Is it someone who is, like, evil? Or someone who was imprisoned by the king and queen because they killed women and children?"
"A dark elf is one who was exiled, in a sense becoming nonexistent, from their race of elves for practicing magic not accepted by the elves, followers of E'li, whether it be red or black magic." Dalamar's voice, as usual, was flat and totally devoid of emotion.
Legolas was growing increasingly uncomfortable. "How do you know so much about it? I mean, what with the exile and all, I wouldn't think that dark elves would be so popular, you know?" He gave what he hoped was a friendly smile.
Dalamar smiled coolly, a smile that seemed to communicate 'I am just smiling to hide the fact that, as soon as I can, I want to drink your blood.' "Well," he said in his normal – that is, deathly – tone, "being one of the dark elves, I am quite well versed in this particular area of knowledge."
A sound escaped Legolas before he could stop it.
"Oops!"'
~The previous section was written almost exclusively by Dolenlithiel. The next section will be more or less Taruriel, although the idea for this particular "get-together" was collaborative. Also, to understand some of the references in this story, you have to have read our other story, To Rhyme or Not To Rhyme. Anyway, if for some unknown reason you have actually enjoyed reading this, please review! We love to hear from you!~
***
In another, more or less identical room, sat three people. One was an elf. The other two were humans.
One wore a hooded black robe. The other wore long, white robes that somehow seemed to encompass all colors.
The elf smiled pleasantly at them. "Raistlin, Saruman, I'd like you to get acquainted. I'm going to go meet with Lith now." She leaned down to the black-robed human. "Raistlin, I want Saruman more or less in one piece when this is finished." she whispered. Then she vanished.
Saruman looked across the table at the other. Golden eyes watched him from under the hood, and the pupils seemed to be oddly formed – they were shaped like hourglasses. Saruman blinked, but the eyes remained the same, watching him coldly.
"So you are Saruman." stated the black-robed human, in an oddly quiet, rasping voice. "I am Raistlin."
Saruman nodded. This Raistlin put him strangely off-balance. He'd never met another human so…odd. "I take it you are a wizard?"
"I am."
Somehow, Raistlin's tone discouraged further questions. This made Saruman nervous. He put on his most persuasive manner, willing his face to remain pleasant. "Why is it that you wear a hood?"
"It makes things…easier." said Raistlin.
Saruman got the impression that the other wizard was laughing at him, under that black hood. He was determined not to give up. "How so?"
"My appearance often startles others."
"I don't believe I will be startled."
"As you wish." said Raistlin mockingly. He reached up to remove the hood, and Saruman was shocked to note that the color of his hands was not tan, or even black, but metallic gold.
The hood slid off Raistlin's head, and Saruman nearly choked. The wizard's face was the same golden color as his hands, and his hair was pure white.
A cynical smile twisted Raistlin's lips, as Saruman continued to gape. "So was the price for my magic. Never have I regretted it, never will I." He wrapped one hand around the staff at his side and, in one swift movement, stood up. "It seems you have paid no price. Therefore, it is necessary that I must make you pay."
Saruman paled. "What!-"
Raistin stared directly into Saruman's eyes. "Rise, and we will duel." Reluctantly, Saruman stood. "But…" Saruman's voice was choked off as a firebolt flared from the other wizard's hands. Surely it was impossible for such a frail person to wield such power! He ducked the firebolt, hastily placing shields around his body. Raistlin only smiled, and another flare of fire left his hands.
***
Taruriel flinched as yet another something exploded inside the room she had previously left. Dolenlithiel came down the hall, trying to ignore the explosions. "You know, I hadn't even suspected Legolas could be so…stupid." she said.
"Why, what'd he do?" asked Taru.
"He kind of…" Lith collapsed into a chair, laughing so hard she could barely breathe.
"He kind of what?" said Taru impatiently. Lith sat up, trying to regain control of herself.
"He asked Dalamar how he knew so much about dark elves."
Taru choked. "He what!?"
"He said, and I quote, 'How do you know so much about it? I mean, what with the exile and all, I wouldn't think that dark elves would be so popular, you know?' "
"Oh dear. What did Dalamar do?" said Taru, trying to restrain her laughter.
"He went very, very, very, polite."
"Poor Legolas!"
"Yeah. Anyway, how are Saruman and Raistlin doing?" asked Lith.
"Listen for yourself." said Taru, gesturing grandly at the wall. At that moment, a huge explosion rocked the floor. Lith fell off her chair.
"What are they doing in there?!" she cried. Taru's eyes went wide.
"If we want Saruman alive at the end of this, I think it might be time to end this!"
Lith nodded and struggled upright. "You get the door, this one isn't keyed to me."
Taru reached out and touched the wall. A crack ran down the wall from where she touched it, then up and around, forming a vaguely rectangular shape. Lith pushed it, and it swung open. Taru dove into the room, coughing on clouds of smoke. She ran towards Raistlin, who was in the midst of casting another spell. "Stop it, both of you!" Raistlin dropped his hands and turned to Taru.
"What?" he said in annoyance.
"We need Saruman alive, Raistlin! I think you've demonstrated you're very much his superior long enough." Raistlin sighed and, leaning on his staff, began to walk towards the door. Lith had managed to dispel the paralysis Raistlin had placed on Saruman. The bedraggled, singed wizard looked absolutely shocked. "Wha…?" Taru shook her head sympathetically, and looked pleadingly towards Lith.
"You put him and Raistlin together, you have to deal with it!" said Lith firmly.
"Please, Lith? I have to go find Raistlin a place to stay!" begged Taru.
"Oh, fine. But then you have to help me with Legolas and Dalamar."
"I will. Thanks!"
Lith took Saruman's arm – his staff was shattered – and began to lead him out of the room. Taru turned and ran after Raistlin.
