A/N: Welcome back. If you're reading this than you've read the beginning and liked it. I realize, now, that I might have to do some explaining as to who some of these people are. I will tell what is crucial to the story.

Drizzit Do'Urden – A drow elf from the Forgotten Realms books by R.A. Salvatore. (Highly recommended.) The drow are a race of elves who were exiled from the surface of the earth and live underneath the ground in a place called the Underdark. There are bunches of monsters living there as well. Drizzit was born of a noble family but shared none of the family's evil, malicious ways. He has, like the rest of his race, black skin and white hair. His eyes, however, are the most unique feature, being lavender as opposed to the normal red. He is the best swordsman in the world and carries twin scimitars. One of which is magic, like Frodo's blade, sting. He's stoic, not used to compassion, and loyal and true. He has a love for the light though it pains him. His friends are Catti-bre, a human woman, Bruenor, her adoped father and king of the dwarves, Wulfgar, a barbarian warrior who loves Catti-bre, and Regis, the halfling thief. None appear in this story except in mention. If I missed anything, or if anything is unclear please e-mail me at methos5k@optonline.net. I'll explan everything.

If I need to explain anything to you about LOTR, you will have to be shot. Read them. They're wonderful. See the movie. It's excellent! This story contains spoilers for that movie. Now, on with chapter 2.

Chapter 2:

Legolas burst into the camp, startling the rest of the Fellowship.

"Yrch! Orcs! Coming this way!" The company was at once on their feet. The hobbits extinguished the fires and formed a protective barrier around Frodo, drawing their weapons. Gimli brandished his ax as Boromir drew his sword and shield. Aragorn and Legolas, with their bows, led the way towards the orcs, to keep them from the camp. They were taken up short by the sight before them.

Several orcs already lay dead on the ground, missing limbs and black with their own blood. More will still coming, but they had a hard time at it. A figure danced between the monsters, black clothing blending him with the shadows. It's twin scimitars flashed as the flowed, rapidly taking down their numbers, yet more still came.

An orc arrow whisking past his head broke Aragorn out of his stupor, and he let his first arrow fly. Taking his lead the rest of the company sprung into action and the orcs fled under the assault. The shadowed figure made sure one more orc would never flee, then paused, getting the hunter under control. He drew himself up slowly and brought up his scimitars, crossed, to frame his face hidden in darkness. They stood there, frozen, weapons at the ready. The figure opened his eyes and only Legolas, with his keen elfish vision, saw their purple color. His bow lowered a fraction in surprise and the figure sprung into action. He turned and ran away from them, merging with the darkness. With a cry Legolas gave chase, him being the only one swift enough to overcome this figure.

Over logs and under branches the Light followed the Shadow. Sensing his pursuer, the Shadow pushed faster. The Light, realizing that he would never catch the Shadow this way, took to the trees, moving swiftly among the branches. The Shadow stopped, having lost sight of the Light, and looked around. He jumped and drew a single sword when the Light landed gently in front of him. The light held up it's hands in a sign of peace. It spoke; the language was strange to the Shadow, but it was a beautiful, lilting language that seemed to flow like water. The Shadow stood there, watching the Light. The Light spoke again.

"Please do not run. You have helped us and we wish nothing more than to thank you. Please come back to the camp with me." The Shadow laughed bitterly.

"You will not wish to thank me when you see what I am, Light Elf." The Light smiled at that.

"I will keep my own council on who I will thank. You've helped us at great personal risk to yourself. What you are is of little consequence." The Shadow shook his head.

"I wish I could believe you, but experience has tough me otherwise." The Light persisted.

"Please?" The Shadow hesitated before finally nodding his acceptance.

"I will come. But do not be surprised if they turn me away, or if you find yourself dong the same." The Light shook his head.

"I do not think you give yourself or my companions enough credit." He re- sheathed his scimitars and the Light and The Shadow made their way back to the camp.

"We shall see."



TBC.



A/N: Well, what do you think? I know it's short, but I will update it again really soon. R/R also, check out, Harry Potter and the Oldest Immortal (also by me) and the companion to this story, Chiaroscuro Major.