Hello my beloved readers,
Forgive my late update, but I was again without a computer with which to work. But in this time I have started another story that I wantadd with this one. It would be a crossover between Harry Potter and the Forgotten Realms.
It should prove very interesting, or that is what I think. But I would very much like to have everyone else input
on the cross over. If you guys like the idea, I will give you all more info. If not, will tough you'll get the info anyway, so there;) :P
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Now, on with the story:
Chapter 7: Feel better?
Kellindil slowly awoke the next day, and had to stop to figure out where he was. It wasn't
intil he looked around and found a slim dark figure at the enteracne to the cave that he
remembered everything that had happened.
"Drizzt," he called softly as he sat up, or tried to. A wave of dizzyness washed over the
elf makeing him fall back on to the furs. 'What in the nine hells is wrong with me,' he thought,
closing his eyes.
A cool hand was placed on his forehead and Kellindil couldn't help but sigh at the simple
pleasure of the touch. "You are still a little warm," the drow vocie said. The hand moved to
Kellindil cheek, and Kellindil not thinking, rubbed his cheek aganist the dark elfs hand and
purred.
Guenhwyvar lifted her head from Drizzts' pillow and twiced her ears at the elf. Was he
some sort of cat in the guise of an elf? She lifted her green eyes to her master and shook her
head at the wonderous look on the drows face, the bright eyes and overly stupid smile on his
lips. No, she decided, the creature that was currently purring at her drows touch was an elf.
This decided, she turned her head away and fall back asleep.
Drizzt for his could hardly believe that the very same elf who had almost killed him was
now laying on Drizzts bed and purring at his touch. What had happened to the elf that would
drive him all the way to this harsh and unforgiving land? Did the elf not have kin that were
worried about his dissappearance? What had Kellindil whated to tell him back on the trail?
Drizzt shook his head and frowned at the elf. He removed his hand and frowned even
harder when Kellindil moaned at the loss. Blurring blue eyes open and glared up at him. He
couldn't help but let the frown fade away and let a smile take its place. "Can you eat
something?" He asked softly, and smiled when the elfs eyes lite up and he nodded slowly.
After helping Kellindil sit up, Drizzt moved to a small fire the elf had not noticed
til that moment. As the drow removed the lid covering a pot over the fire, the most
mouth-watering smell fulled the air. A low rumble sounded from Kellindiland Drizzt looked over to the elf
who was holding his stomache and blushing. Drizzt laughed softly, and then harder when
Kellindil glared at him.
"I'm sorry, that was rude of me," he said with a smile as he, grabbed a bowl and filled
it with hot soup. After handing it to Kellindil, and sending Guen back to her own realm, he
sat across from the elf. The soup was half way gone. Drizzt blinked and said, "you really
were hungry."
The elven ranger looked up and blushed. He gently set the bowl down and as if
remembering something looked to the back of the cave. He sighed in relief as he saw the
horses, his packs and his clothes. Kellindil looked to Drizzt and then back to his clothes.
He looked down at himself next and pulled the sheet up his body a little more. "My clothes,"
he whispered softly, looking at the drow, who blushed and answered the unspoken question.
"You had a high fever and I did want it to get any worse, so I undrassed you and myself
and slept next to you. I shared my body heat to keep you warm." It was clear, that the drow was
blushing far worse then Kellindil, even if it could not be seen. The drow was not looking at
him and hid fingers seemed to have found a loose string on his tunic.
Kellindil smiled, picked up the bowl and drained the rest of the soup. After setting the
bowl down he noticed Drizzt was still not looking at him. The elf gently reached out and
lifted the drow face to his own. Uneasy flared across lavender eyes and the drow eyebrows came
together in a small frown. Kellindil smiled and said gently, "I am glad you did what you did.
If you had not, I would not be here right now, so I should be saying thank you."
The dark elfs eye lids lowered and his lips lifted into a smile. "Your welcome," he
whispered, reaching up and takeing Kellindil hand in his own. A soft shiver ran throught both
of them at the touch. Both elfs looked at each other and then suddenly looked down at their
joined hands. Kellindil and Drizzt let go of each other blushing once again.
Drizzt looked around for something else to talk about, and he had just found a new topic
when Kellindil spoke.
"I will need my packs. I have spare clothes in there. Also I need to find a town, the
cold wilderness is not good for them." Kellindil pulled his hair back away from his neck and
sighed, he was going to need a bath as well.
He jumped when his packs where placed by his side. He hadn't heard the drow move, and yet the
dark elfs figure was already moveing out of the cave. 'Oh no,' Kellindil thought angerily, 'he
must think I wish to leave his company.'
The elf shook his head and put on his clothes from the pack, careful of the bandage on
his arm, which he had just noticed. There was no pain in his arm at all, for which Kellindil
was very greatful. That done he went through both packs, setting aside anything he had no
wish to sell. That done he went to the horses and put what was left of his supplies on one of
the horses. Takeing the reins gently, Kellindil led the horses out of the cave , only to walk
into the very person he had hoped to find.
Drizzt reached out and steaded the elf, letting go almost as quickly. He whispered, "I'm
sorry," and tried to move around the elf, but was stopped by the drows hand on his arm. He
turned and looked at Kellindil, who said simple, "I do not know where this Ten-Towns is." He
looked to the drow. "I need you to show me."
Drizzt knew he could say no, better he find he didn't want to. He really did not want
to say good-bye to Kellindil. So The drow ranger looked at the elf.
"Alright, wait here," that said, Drizzt walked back into the cave and returned shortly
with a blue cloak, which he placed over Kellindils shoulders. "You just got over a fever, and
your arm is not fully healed yet," he explained, as took one of the reins of Kellindil.
Kellindil let the drow lead the way down from his cave home. A warm glow had appeared
when the two of them had first touched, and seemed to grow stronger with each in touch.
Kellindil find he quite like the feeling of the drow hands on him.
"I noticed you lift some things back in the cave. May I ask why?" Drizzt vocie cut
through Kellindils thoughts.
"I have need of them," he answered, petting his horses nose gently.
"Then should you not have them with you?"
"Why? They are perfectly safe in your cave."
A small spark of hope could be heard in the drow vocie as he asked. "Are you not staying
in the human city?"
"No, I want to stay with you, if I could?" Kellindil had stopped as he said this.
Drizzt stopped and turned to look at the elf in a mixture of disbelieve and joy. He
nodded and turned back to walking out of the valley and towards Bryn Shander, with Kellindil
behind him.
End Chapter 7: Feel better?
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A.N. (notes
O.k, this is not of I had it planned out, and I know there will be mistakes. I no longer
have a spell check. This part of the story was typed out on the notepad. I need to figure out
a way to go back and correct past mistakes on the first chapters. If anyone whats to point out
problems in the story, please do.
Now there is a new reveiw feature that i will try. So till next time.
Lots ofLove Lena
And Merry Christmas, throws out candy canes.
