I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while. Sara? Why haven't you e-mailed me?
I'm still waiting on a response about the Harry Potter/Highlander crossover
I have. For those who of you who don't know what I'm talking about, I have
this wonderful story call Harry Potter and the Oldest Immortal. That's the
reason that I haven't updated this in a while. I've been busy with that and
school. Sorry. I hope this makes up for it. Read and enjoy!
Chapter 6:
The light slanted through the trees, making golden leaves sparkle in the sun as the fellowship (plus Drizzt) made their way into the forest of Lothlorien. Legolas led the way, feeling as light as air by the beauty of the forest. Aragorn followed close behind, leading the others. Drizzt followed behind, bringing up the rear, moving without a sound that even Elvin ears could hear. He stayed back, separate from the others, but keeping them in his vision at all times. It was because of his position that he saw the archers of the Golden Wood move into place. He readied his scimitars and waited.
Drizzt, in his hiding place, rolled his eyes at the dwarfs boasting, gripping his swords tightly when he saw the archers move. Legolas brought his bow up to bear, only to find himself staring down the shafts of several other arrows. Aragorn stepped forward to the elf names Haldir and speaking with him in Elvish for a few moments. Haldir nodded and spoke to the group in common.
"She is expecting you." The group followed along at arrow-point, with Drizzt a shadow in the trees. As the group walked, Legolas looked around for his dark brother. He wasn't with the captured group, and he was worried something had happened. They came to a stop at the bridge and Haldir provided a blindfold for the dwarf. Gimli, naturally, protested. Drizzt, fearing the repercussions of the dwarf's anger (and ax) decided to make himself known.
He dropped down from the trees, still without a sound, merely a Shadow among the trees. Moving into the light, he caught Legolas' eye. Legolas, knowing what Drizzt had planned, nodded. In the blink of an eye Drizzt was behind Haldir, just standing there. The only one who did not know was Haldir.
"It is the law."
"There are many laws that have served their purpose, but are now no longer needed. Just as there are many prejudices that are foolish and illogical." Haldir spun, his hand going to his bow, but Drizzt was faster. Before he knew it, Haldir was standing there, weaponless, and Drizzt held not only his bow, but his quiver as well. His eyes widened.
"What are you?" Drizzt smiled grimly.
"I am The Shadow of The Light. That is all you need to know. I am here to protect my friends and help them on their quest. I suggest you go along without further delay."
"But the law…the Dwarf…"
"Dwarves are noble creatures of honor. If you did not know that, then somebody has been seriously remiss in your education. Shall we move on then?" Haldir, scared, but not wanting to show it nodded and lead them further into Lothlorien.
***
The Fellowship and Drizzt stood in front of the royal couple of the Golden Wood. One look at the faces of the fellowship and they knew exactly what had happened to Gandalf. As Galadriel looked from member to member, Drizzt's presence was called into question.
"And who is this, the new ninth member?" Drizzt bowed.
"My name is Drizzt Do'Urden, majesties, and I am a misplaced Drow Warrior who has fought for the protection of the fellowship these past six days." Celebran raised an eyebrow.
"Six days, so you were there for the fall of Mithrandir?"
"He did all he could, but it was not in his power to save him, nor was it his duty." Galadriel spoke, looking at Drizzt. She continued, speaking of rest for the weary and food for the hungry. Out of nowhere he heard her voice speaking to his mind.
'Rest now, weary Hunter. You are safe here. No one will turn you aside." Drizzt stared at her, but she only smiled and they were dismissed.
***
Legolas walked back from the fountain, carrying a silver pitcher of the crystal water. He had stripped of his traveling clothes and wore his under- tunic and leggings, and even forwent his boots. The others were sitting around, resting, gathering strength, thinking, and grieving. Legolas paused, raising his face to the trees.
"A Lament for Gandalf," he said in response to the mournful singing that was heard.
"What are they saying?"
"I cannot say," he said, turning to look at the others, "The grief is still to near." He continued on his way, placing the pitcher on the table before sitting next to Drizzt. Drizzt placed a comforting hand on Legolas' shoulder and Legolas smiled at him gratefully. Boromir stood suddenly and went to sit by himself, away from the rest. Legolas and Drizzt both could ear the soft tears coming from the Gondor Warrior.
"Aragorn," said Legolas softly, catching the Ranger's attention, "go to him. He needs his king now."
"Legolas, I'm not a king." Aragorn protested, but it was no use.
"To him you are, whether he admits it or not. Go. He needs you." Aragorn looked at Legolas for a moment before nodding. He stood and walked over to Boromir, to help ease his grief. Drizzt looked at Legolas.
"You do that often?"
"Do what?"
"Knock sense into the men like that?" Legolas smiled softly.
"Yes. But they do need it, you have to agree with me." Drizzit smiled softly in response, looking back at the group.
"Yes, I do." He paused, "you haven't been able to curb gruffness of that Dwarf however." Legolas' smile widened.
"True, but would you really change him?" Drizzt shook his head.
"No. He reminds me too much of Bruenor. They were both gruff." He paused and looked at Legolas again. "What does it say about us that we, being two elves of high blood, coming from races that have hated Dwarves for centuries, find ourselves with two gruff Dwarves as best friends?" Legolas looked back at him.
"It says that we are more open-minded than our brethren and…are very strange. You might be best friends with Bruenor, but I would hardly call Gimli son of Gloin and I best friends."
"That's funny. I would." Legolas narrowed his eyes at him.
"Oh really."
"Yes. You just haven't realized it yet."
"Is that so?" Drizzt nodded. Legolas looked at him, his features bordering on stern (Which was saying a lot for Legolas.) Then he smiled, and chuckled to himself. Drizzt smiled a small smile to himself for causing his stoic light brother to laugh. The two, the Light and The Shadow, brothers in all but blood sat there, watching the fellowship rest and heal.
TBC.
Well…what do you think? It's been a while since I read any Forgotten Realms books, so, Drizzt is a very serious stoic person with a hidden and quirky sense of humor, much like Legolas. If that's not what you thought, that's what I got out of them. If they're a little OOC at the end of this put it down to stress. They'll be better in the sequels.
I'm sorry. I want to point out that I got Boromir's father's name wrong. It's Denethor, not Dethanor. Sorry to those who got offended. And I changed if from Drizzit to Drizzt. Sorry. I misread them both. Should I get a female in this story for a little romance? She'll be either Catti-bre or an OFC. I'll let you decide. Tell me what you think.
I want to thank all of you who reviewed, especially my Beta reader, Sara. You're the greatest. This chapter hasn't been beta-ed yet only because I wanted to post this today. I'll post the beta version later.
Until next time, I will always be, Immortaljedi.
Ps. this story isn't much different from the other one yet, and that's because the stories will parallel each other until later on. After they leave 'Lorien, major differences should occur. TTFN!
Chapter 6:
The light slanted through the trees, making golden leaves sparkle in the sun as the fellowship (plus Drizzt) made their way into the forest of Lothlorien. Legolas led the way, feeling as light as air by the beauty of the forest. Aragorn followed close behind, leading the others. Drizzt followed behind, bringing up the rear, moving without a sound that even Elvin ears could hear. He stayed back, separate from the others, but keeping them in his vision at all times. It was because of his position that he saw the archers of the Golden Wood move into place. He readied his scimitars and waited.
Drizzt, in his hiding place, rolled his eyes at the dwarfs boasting, gripping his swords tightly when he saw the archers move. Legolas brought his bow up to bear, only to find himself staring down the shafts of several other arrows. Aragorn stepped forward to the elf names Haldir and speaking with him in Elvish for a few moments. Haldir nodded and spoke to the group in common.
"She is expecting you." The group followed along at arrow-point, with Drizzt a shadow in the trees. As the group walked, Legolas looked around for his dark brother. He wasn't with the captured group, and he was worried something had happened. They came to a stop at the bridge and Haldir provided a blindfold for the dwarf. Gimli, naturally, protested. Drizzt, fearing the repercussions of the dwarf's anger (and ax) decided to make himself known.
He dropped down from the trees, still without a sound, merely a Shadow among the trees. Moving into the light, he caught Legolas' eye. Legolas, knowing what Drizzt had planned, nodded. In the blink of an eye Drizzt was behind Haldir, just standing there. The only one who did not know was Haldir.
"It is the law."
"There are many laws that have served their purpose, but are now no longer needed. Just as there are many prejudices that are foolish and illogical." Haldir spun, his hand going to his bow, but Drizzt was faster. Before he knew it, Haldir was standing there, weaponless, and Drizzt held not only his bow, but his quiver as well. His eyes widened.
"What are you?" Drizzt smiled grimly.
"I am The Shadow of The Light. That is all you need to know. I am here to protect my friends and help them on their quest. I suggest you go along without further delay."
"But the law…the Dwarf…"
"Dwarves are noble creatures of honor. If you did not know that, then somebody has been seriously remiss in your education. Shall we move on then?" Haldir, scared, but not wanting to show it nodded and lead them further into Lothlorien.
***
The Fellowship and Drizzt stood in front of the royal couple of the Golden Wood. One look at the faces of the fellowship and they knew exactly what had happened to Gandalf. As Galadriel looked from member to member, Drizzt's presence was called into question.
"And who is this, the new ninth member?" Drizzt bowed.
"My name is Drizzt Do'Urden, majesties, and I am a misplaced Drow Warrior who has fought for the protection of the fellowship these past six days." Celebran raised an eyebrow.
"Six days, so you were there for the fall of Mithrandir?"
"He did all he could, but it was not in his power to save him, nor was it his duty." Galadriel spoke, looking at Drizzt. She continued, speaking of rest for the weary and food for the hungry. Out of nowhere he heard her voice speaking to his mind.
'Rest now, weary Hunter. You are safe here. No one will turn you aside." Drizzt stared at her, but she only smiled and they were dismissed.
***
Legolas walked back from the fountain, carrying a silver pitcher of the crystal water. He had stripped of his traveling clothes and wore his under- tunic and leggings, and even forwent his boots. The others were sitting around, resting, gathering strength, thinking, and grieving. Legolas paused, raising his face to the trees.
"A Lament for Gandalf," he said in response to the mournful singing that was heard.
"What are they saying?"
"I cannot say," he said, turning to look at the others, "The grief is still to near." He continued on his way, placing the pitcher on the table before sitting next to Drizzt. Drizzt placed a comforting hand on Legolas' shoulder and Legolas smiled at him gratefully. Boromir stood suddenly and went to sit by himself, away from the rest. Legolas and Drizzt both could ear the soft tears coming from the Gondor Warrior.
"Aragorn," said Legolas softly, catching the Ranger's attention, "go to him. He needs his king now."
"Legolas, I'm not a king." Aragorn protested, but it was no use.
"To him you are, whether he admits it or not. Go. He needs you." Aragorn looked at Legolas for a moment before nodding. He stood and walked over to Boromir, to help ease his grief. Drizzt looked at Legolas.
"You do that often?"
"Do what?"
"Knock sense into the men like that?" Legolas smiled softly.
"Yes. But they do need it, you have to agree with me." Drizzit smiled softly in response, looking back at the group.
"Yes, I do." He paused, "you haven't been able to curb gruffness of that Dwarf however." Legolas' smile widened.
"True, but would you really change him?" Drizzt shook his head.
"No. He reminds me too much of Bruenor. They were both gruff." He paused and looked at Legolas again. "What does it say about us that we, being two elves of high blood, coming from races that have hated Dwarves for centuries, find ourselves with two gruff Dwarves as best friends?" Legolas looked back at him.
"It says that we are more open-minded than our brethren and…are very strange. You might be best friends with Bruenor, but I would hardly call Gimli son of Gloin and I best friends."
"That's funny. I would." Legolas narrowed his eyes at him.
"Oh really."
"Yes. You just haven't realized it yet."
"Is that so?" Drizzt nodded. Legolas looked at him, his features bordering on stern (Which was saying a lot for Legolas.) Then he smiled, and chuckled to himself. Drizzt smiled a small smile to himself for causing his stoic light brother to laugh. The two, the Light and The Shadow, brothers in all but blood sat there, watching the fellowship rest and heal.
TBC.
Well…what do you think? It's been a while since I read any Forgotten Realms books, so, Drizzt is a very serious stoic person with a hidden and quirky sense of humor, much like Legolas. If that's not what you thought, that's what I got out of them. If they're a little OOC at the end of this put it down to stress. They'll be better in the sequels.
I'm sorry. I want to point out that I got Boromir's father's name wrong. It's Denethor, not Dethanor. Sorry to those who got offended. And I changed if from Drizzit to Drizzt. Sorry. I misread them both. Should I get a female in this story for a little romance? She'll be either Catti-bre or an OFC. I'll let you decide. Tell me what you think.
I want to thank all of you who reviewed, especially my Beta reader, Sara. You're the greatest. This chapter hasn't been beta-ed yet only because I wanted to post this today. I'll post the beta version later.
Until next time, I will always be, Immortaljedi.
Ps. this story isn't much different from the other one yet, and that's because the stories will parallel each other until later on. After they leave 'Lorien, major differences should occur. TTFN!
