Creepy Drow

Ok it's me again! Bringing a delightful crossover to you, this one takes place in the Underdark with all those creepy Drow from the Forgotten Realms. I don't own any Forgotten Realms stuff (growls angrily) nor the Lord of the Rings, (continues growling) however Kirrath is my character! So in a nutshell the fellowship goes to the Underdark and meets my character Kirrath, who is a Drow, chaos ensues. Not really funny but there is some comic relief later on, might be some torture later on, but other then that… Poor Legolas will get bashed about a bit, maybe more depending on how I feel. I mean you can't put a surface elf near a Drow elf (except for when it includes Drizzt or even Jarlaxle; at times) and expect good results, most Drow are evil! So enjoy and please review!

Legolas watched the fellowship sleep on the cold unforgiving rocks in the Mines of Moria, he concentrated on listening for any out of the ordinary sound, trying to ignore the fact that the walls would probably close in on them, or the ceiling would collapse and they would get stuck in the Mines for all eternity. Shuddering, Legolas sighed his watch was almost over, Boromir was after him; Legolas briefly observed Boromir, the proud Gondorian warrior was awake, though his eyes were closed, Legolas decided to wake him then.

"Boromir" he whispered as he shook the great man's shoulder.

"My turn?" He mumbled pretending to be drowsy.

"Yes" Legolas said ignoring his act.

Boromir sat up and looked about getting his bearings. He made to stand when the earth beneath their feet started to shake violently, the rest of the fellowship awoke as the ground beneath them collapsed; as they fell into the black abyss that had opened up Legolas could feel a sense of foreboding, they would live through this, he knew, but they wouldn't survive unscathed.

Kirrath walked through the winding tunnels of the underdark, the Drow assassin had his long sword out, as well as his scimitar. He had heard something after the quake had occurred and he intended to find out what. With his luck it would only be some Svirfneblin that had fallen through a crack that had opened; but he doubted it.

Kirrath listened with his heightened Drow hearing; he could hear a large number of people breathing just beyond the next curve, viewing in fared vision he looked from behind his stone cover.

Aragorn was the first up.

"Everyone ok?" he asked, and got several moans in reply.

Standing he bumped his head on the low cavern roof.

"Ow!" he exclaimed "Don't stand up strait" he told everyone, though he figured the hobbits could, "The ceiling is really low"

Legolas rubbed the back of his head, he could feel a bump there, "where are we?" he asked no one in particular.

"I don't know Mellon nin" Aragorn stated flatly.

Suddenly Pippin exclaimed "What is that?"

"What is what?"

"That on the cave wall" Pippin pointed towards the wall to their right.

"I don't see anything" Sam said "It's so dark here."

Pippin ignored Sam, walking cautiously over to the wall, he could see the wall but not very well, and at first glance there was nothing there, but he knew something was there, he had seen two red eyes observing the fellowship.

"Pippin!" Merry exclaimed one second too late.

Before Pippin could even breathe an arm had encircled his torso, a huge wicked looking curved sword at his throat. Legolas had drawn his bow but in such a confined space it was utterly useless.

"You want you're companion to die?" The person holding Pippin said, the tone of his voice left no doubts that he would kill him there and then without remorse. "Drop you're weapons and kick them over here" the fellowship complied; Gandalf still held his staff.

"You're staff wizard!" The man said.

"Gandalf illuminate the cave so we can see our attacker" Legolas whispered to the wizard in Sindar. Gandalf nodded; thinking the wizard was going to give up his staff he started to advance slowly, knowing that these strangers could still be dangerous.

A blinding light suddenly filled the cave, Kirrath cried out falling back away from the glare, his eyes felt like they were on fire, he couldn't see. He felt himself hit the cave wall, felt strong hands render him immobile against it. He cursed fluently in Drowic as someone took his own rope and bound him tightly. He was never going to live this one up as long as he lived, which would probably be a very short time.

Ok, what do you think so far? Reviews are appreciated, as well as constructive criticism. Note I will never ever write slash, not that I have anything against it but it is not something I like to write about. Will update when I get five reviews…or more, so please review! Thanks!