Snuffex: Alright so there seems to be some questions that need to be answered about my story. First off Jarlaxle may seem a bit OOC but that is only because I have not read the last few books with him in it. Not only that he and his troop are traveling with a drow priestess. I apologize for past mistakes in previous chapters I'll go back and fix it when I have the time. Finally, there has been some questions about the seen with the dwarves. Look they were angry and didn't recognize Drizzt all they saw was the friend of the beard puller. Thanks for the reviews and the questions they both really help. Also suggestions of any kind will be taken into consideration, and even though I have the outline of this story already done I'm flexible and willing to insert some ideas into the story. So on with the chapter.

Disclaimer: I own neither the Forgotten Realm Series, nor the Legend of Zelda I do this for fun not profit.

Chapter 10: The Assassin

If it was possible Drizzt's skin would of turned a deathly pale color. He felt a shudder throughout his entire being. Lolth! The name brought a flood of both terrifying and sad memories that Drizzt had pushed to the back of his mind. Images flashed behind unseeing lavender eyes. His mother surrounded by his sisters in their chamber of worship, a older drow male so much like Drizzt yet tainted by the drow world, a gentle smile from the same male, a dark academy, and a great sorrow released in a green glowing chamber. All this and more passed through his mind in less then a second, and all brought on by that one name. So many sacrificed and killed in the name of the Spider Queen! So much pain, suffering, anguish, and chaos, all for Lolth! He had though that coming to the surface would ride him of the hated name and her dreaded grasp. it hurt to think that it hadn't, and now she was terrorizing a person whom he was quickly becoming close to.

Drizzt Do'Urden!

His name pierced through his mind pushing him back into the present. Frightened blue eyes caught hold of his own. Hands grasped his shoulders shaking him a little.

Why does this name scare you so? What does it mean to you?

"I've already told you. She is the deity of the drow elves. A cruel and ruthless race. One that kills without discrimination, even among their own kin! They care for nothing but earning the Dark Goddesses favor and their own twisted personal pleasures. My own people! Lolth is the one that had turned the drow into what they are, and now she is haunting your dreams!" After the exclamation the reason why she was in the other's dream came back to the front of his mind. "She is after you! Why!?"

Link blinked at the sudden change in topic. A light smile touched his lips. The dark elf had just officially dropped the conversation into an area he didn't want to go. Mostly because he didn't believe his companion would believe him if Link told him that he traveled from a different world on a divine quest to save both of them.

The only reason that I can think of as to why is because of the power that was entrusted to me a long time ago. A power created by three Goddesses and could grant an unimaginable force to those who use it. Recently I was able to acquire two of the missing pieces to this power, but there is one more piece that is missing and I have come to this place to find it. My only thought is that this Lolth must lust after it.

Link lifted up his left hand and peeled off the glove and the power bracelet. Holding up the hand so that the triforce was visible to the searching eyes of the drow. One the back of his hand there was a light golden glow coming from the three small triangles that made up a bigger on.

This is a mark of the bearer. Two others used to have the same mark but after certain events in my homeland I was entrusted to look after all of them. I was not made aware of the fourth piece until I was sent here and met you.

Link replaced the glove and power bracelet once again hiding the mark from sight. Drizzt rubbed his eyes the soft glow had stung his sensitive eyes. The drow shook his head white hair whipping around him. This elf was providing him with one giant headache.

"If this is all true then the Spider Queen will spare no resource in trying to get to you. That means she has more then likely already informed the Matrons of every drow house in the Underdark and now everyone of them will be after you." His hand moved to rub at his temple. "Seems we will have to be extremely cautious in our movements from now on. Though most drow will not travel to the surface there are some who would deem the risk worth it. And not all of Lolth's followers were of the drow race so not only will the drow be looking for us but others as well."

Drizzt moved to his bed roll. There was not going to be anymore sleep for the two of them for the rest of the night. Link moved to put his away too. Both of them quietly finished packing up the camp, and soon the area looked as though no one had been there.

A night later Jarlaxle and his group showed up in the same clearing that the two companions had slept in. the drow's quick eyes caught slight changes in the surrounding area to indicate that someone had come through it recently. But, not which way the person or persons had traveled in. Jarlaxle smirked it seems something got their prey spooked and now they were being more cautious. A growl sounded off to his left and his smirk got bigger.

Bladne'Kerst kicked a rock in frustration. It had been a while since the attack that was set up by Jarlaxle and the group of mercenaries had been lagging behind ever since. The hunt had been slow going since the group had to stop every time the sun rose and pick up the trail again after the ball of fire had set. She hated the surface world. Hated it beyond all understanding. Everything about it disgusted her, but then again so did the group she was traveling with. There was a whistle and the group moved toward one of the scouts.

"Further along this path there are more signs of passage. I think that our quarry has gone this way." Their leader nodded.

"Things are getting interesting. We're moving out!" With the scout moving in front of the group soon the clearing was left empty.

On the dark streets of Calimport one figure made his way out of the lightened streets and into the semi-darkened alley way on his right. All the while cleaning the blood off his jeweled dagger. When morning hits there will be a power shift in the city. Artemis Entreri sighed in frustration the kill like the previous one was hardly worth his time there was excitement in the kill, and hadn't been since the fight he had with one Drizzt Do'Urden. The name was like a curse upon his being. The dark elf was so much a like but so different from the assassin continued to haunt him.

He raged internally. If only he had one more shot at the drow things would turn out differently. He would be the one to come out of the confrontation as the winner. But the drow had remained elusive and secretive. Since their confrontation in Calimport Entreri had tracked the drow back to Mithral Hall with his merry band of idiots, and though the assassin was both quick and deadly he stood little chance of leaving the dwarf hall alive.

Entreri snarled in anger, and ensnaring the drow as he had the last time would prove just as fruitless as attacking him in the hall would. A flash of metal cut through the darkness and an small bolt from a crossbow hit the spot where he had just been at. Laughter echoed down the abonnonded alley way. The source of it coming from the deepest shadow.

"This is him? It's almost laughable!" A voice sneered in corrupted elven. Dark Elves!

"Heh, it is hard to believe he was a match fro Drizzt. I almost got him with that cross-bolt." Another voice stated. Entreri felt his blood boil in anger. Damn drow! They had no idea what he was capable of and they were mocking him. The shadows moved as the two entered into the light. Their clothing and equipment were just as dark as their skin and the shadows that hugged them. Their faces were hidden by their cloaks but their infrared eyes glowed out at him.

"Well assassin you may put your toys away now." The voice indicating to the two weapons that had been in Entreri's hands since the cross-bolt almost hit him. "We're not here to fight."

His weapons did not lower in the slightest. He was no fool. He didn't live as long as he had by taking people at their word. Not to mention these two were dark elves some of the craftiest foes in the Realms.

"Yeah, in fact, we're here to offer you a deal." The other one spoke up.

"Deal? What type of deal could those of the Underdark have with me?"

"We are part of Bregan D'Aerthe. A mercenary group of the Underdark. The deal we offer human is you help us catch what we we're currently looking for, and we will give you the chance to redeem your shattered pride." The first drow said. "We need your expertise about the surface world, and in return you will have your chance at fighting Drizzt Do'Urden again."

Entreri was stunned it was the opportunity that he had been looking for. His chance to take on Drizzt had just came in with this duo of dark beings. But, was it really worth it to make a deal with such beings to get the chance he had been looking for? There was shift in the two beings and a flash of white as they both grinned.

"So then Artemis Entreri, do we have a deal?"