Hey so this is my first Fan Fic ever, so feel free (and please do) review because I would love to hear some input.

This is only the first chapter so its pretty general, but I promise you things will heat up ;D

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Wulfgar found it hard to suppress his relief when his friend and master came to his rescue. Drizzt. A cold chill that shook every part oh his body quickly reminded him of his surroundings.

A ragged yet adequate blanket was draped around him, I certainly didn't bring this, I wonder if Drizzt… He glanced to his side and saw the dragon lying dead a few yards away. He couldn't help but feel impressed at the drow's approximated bowshots that had fired true and aided kill the beast before him.

His numb hand, curse this cold, reached to grasp the security of Aegis-fang's familiar handle but found it absent. He bolted upright and forced his even more numb legs to hold him.

Heart beating fast, he began to franticly search for his weapon while another question tugged at him: Where was his savior, Drizzt?

A dull tapping sound caught his interest and he followed it until he saw a lean dark figure breaking away at the ice with his battle hammer.

Wulfgar hesitated, Drizzt hadn't seen him yet. Admiration mixed with an emotion he couldn't decipher filled him. He watched the drow gracefully break away at the ice. His scimitars resting sheathed on his small hips. Wulfgar's blue eyes continues to rake across the other man's body, trailing upwards pausing only on the drow's groin but continued to take in his magnificent build. The drow was smaller than him self, but even for an elf, Wulfgar considered the dark drow to be the most muscular elf he had ever laid eyes on. And that enticed him beyond reason.

He took a step forward and the sudden movement caught Drizzt's attention.

Drizzt bowed low in greeting, smiling at Wulfgar's sudden intake of breath. "Well met, Dragon's Bane!" he called.

Wulfgar continued to move forward, ignoring the cold protests of his legs, with a clumsy smile plastered on his face. "And to you, friend elf." Wulfgar responded thoroughly pleased to see the drow again. "You have followed me a long way."

Drizzt shrugged, "Not too far." He replied, chopping another chunk of ice.

Drizzt proceeded to speak but Wulfgar found his attention could only be focused on the drows dark lips. He caught the tail end of the speech which was concluded with a broad grin. "…and a dragon to split between us. I claim half the kill."

Wulfgar just agreed. "Yours and well earned." He desperately needed to divert his attention. He had been successful in all his training with Drizzt in keeping the uncertain feeling away. He just had to; these emotions were unbecoming of a barbarian. Forcing his eyes away from the smiling drow, he muttered; "And you can claim half the booty." He hoped that was the appropriate response to the drow. His uncertainty was taking over him again and he had to fight to get it in check before he became obvious.

Drizzt didn't notice, too absorbed in his task. He paused only to pull out a small pouch hanging on a fine chain around his neck. "A few baubles." He explained to the glossy eyed Wulfgar. "I need no riches and doubt that I would be able to carry much out of here, anyways! A few baubles will suffice."

Wulfgar watched the drow sift through the pile of treasure he had hammered the ice from. But his eyes refused to focus on what the dark elf was doing; rather he couldn't stop staring at the elf himself.

Suddenly Drizzt held up a gem encrusted scimitar. His smooth voice spoke words that Wulfgar did not hear. He was too busy trying to suppress a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold.

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