A/N timeline isn't perfect but shouldn't be too far off from canon (Homeland).
Chap 9
In the end it was Sam that offered an explanation and aid after her skirt was irreparably stained. In what was perhaps the most embarrassing conversation for the both of them he explained what was happening to her body and that she wasn't dying. The red in her cheeks was not helped by the occasional pantomime when her limited knowledge of his language failed them. She eventually cut him off when he started to stray into an explanation of intercourse using some species of animal as an example.
Considerably scandalized, Drizzt treaded off a ways from the group's campfire to apply the bit of fresh cotton cloth Sam had provided from his sewing satchel. She tried to find a silver lining in that her demon-cursed anatomy was distracting her from the still disturbing talk of elvish immortality Legolas had imparted to her but that swiftly died. After all, immortality meant centuries or more of bleeding every month. Her only hope was that elvish cycles were slower than those of mortals.
Try as she might to recall she still wasn't sure if drow females experiences such a thing. Though worldly in the ways of fighting and survival Drizzt had to admit that she was actually quite unknowledgeable when it came to the intricacies of Drow society. She'd seen too much that sickened her to cleave too strongly to her fellow males and hadn't had much of a chance to learn of females. The first sixteen years of life she'd been raised by her sister Vierna and been quite uninterested in what lay under a female's clothes. From there there the next thirteen years had been spent almost exclusively in the presence of males. After refusing to participate in sex at the graduation party of Melee Magthere with the priestesses she'd grown increasingly distant with her peers before finally heading off alone into the Underdark.
She'd been too disgusted with Menzoberranzan to really regret remaining a virgin at forty-three (not a terribly old age for a drow) but now that she might never be male again she did wonder if things might have gone differently. Was it so impossible that there was another drow out there that shared her values? Her father had not been so terrible, and Vierna had her good points before the school of Lloth erased them. Not all drow females became priestesses though, and it was only nobles like Matron Malice that did not raise their children personally. Perhaps rather than run away she should have done her best to overthrow the ruling class of Menzoberranzan and promote societal change.
Drizzt sighed and pulled her skirt back into place. It was too late now for regret. She'd endured all she could and done what she felt was best at the time. If some actions were the mistakes of youth at least she had escaped the mistakes of her father. And besides, while Arwen's body had a disgusting monthly flaw at least it allowed her to experience the glory of the sun on a regular basis amongst companions far less evil that most she'd had.
Drizzt yelped and rolled to the side as the hairs on the back her neck prickled. The move hadn't been in vain as milliseconds later a hairy beast with yellow eyes landed where she'd been. It leaped at her again, full of claws and teeth, fang and fury, but she was already racing up a tree. Spinning into a backflip she drew her scimitars - 'Blast it.' She was utterly unarmed.
Instead of dealing a killing blow against the beast she landed on its back, gripping its coarse black fur for all she was worth as it went bounding off through the woods. It was dark in the woods but there was enough light from the moon for her elven eyes to make out branches in time to dodge. And while she lacked the strength to even consider strangling its muscled neck she was nimble enough to dodge its every attempt to turn around and gnaw her legs.
Wary of where it might be taking her and suspicious that it might travel in a pack she grabbed its ears, eventually turning it towards the distant glimmers of campfire light. The guard had been raised by her initial outburst, Aragorn slaying the beast beneath her the moment they entered the clearing. The hobbits seemed full of concern even as the others brandished their weapons towards the moon-shadowed woods.
A/N So… writing a zombie book atm… could be fun.
