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.
Drizzt 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. Drizzt 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.(actually, both of his blades are magic, one glows ALL the time, but most brightly when enemies are around [like Sting] and its name is Twinkle. The other one is called Icingdeath because it was created specifically to fight beings of fire. :D I know, obsessive…) That's ok. It's been a while since I read the books. Feel free to correct me on any mistakes, unless I make a point to tell you otherwise. 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-brie, a human woman, Bruenor, her adopted father and king of the dwarves, Wulfgar, a barbarian warrior who loves Catti-brie, 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 (Or me! At: pepperfreak@hotmail.com :D). I'll (we'll…;)) explain 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 axe 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 were 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. One blade glowed blue, leaving a trail of blue flame as it danced, in and out.
An orc arrow whisked past his head and broke Legolas out of his stupor, for he had been mesmerized by the grace of this dark fighter. 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 hue. 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. Him not wanting to be parted again from this mysterious person played no small part, either.
Over logs and under branches the Light followed the Shadow. Sensing his pursuer, the Shadow pushed faster, not wanting; yet wanting it more than anything, to get caught. 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, his heart dropping. He jumped and drew a single sword when the Light landed gently in front of him. The Light held up his hands in a sign of peace. He 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, once again transfixed by his masculine beauty and musical tenor voice. 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," 'and fall for,' Legolas thought, slightly puzzled by his own thoughts and emotions. "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 taught me otherwise." The Light persisted, not wanting to leave this Shadow.
"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 doing the same." The Light shook his head. 'I could never turn you away. I just wish I knew more about you, or why I think I'm falling in love with a complete stranger.'
"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."
'I truly hope they do not shun me,' thought the Shadow, 'I don't think I can bear to be kept from my Light. After all, what is a Shadow without Light?'
TBC.
A/N: Well, what do you think? Was that believable? I'm going for a deeper mystical connection between theses two because for some reason I think that's how love's done among the elves. 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 Minor.
Thanks again for beta-ing Pepperfreak! Or do you prefer Green Which? Anywho, THANK YOU!!!!!
Drizzt 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. Drizzt 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.(actually, both of his blades are magic, one glows ALL the time, but most brightly when enemies are around [like Sting] and its name is Twinkle. The other one is called Icingdeath because it was created specifically to fight beings of fire. :D I know, obsessive…) That's ok. It's been a while since I read the books. Feel free to correct me on any mistakes, unless I make a point to tell you otherwise. 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-brie, a human woman, Bruenor, her adopted father and king of the dwarves, Wulfgar, a barbarian warrior who loves Catti-brie, 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 (Or me! At: pepperfreak@hotmail.com :D). I'll (we'll…;)) explain 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 axe 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 were 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. One blade glowed blue, leaving a trail of blue flame as it danced, in and out.
An orc arrow whisked past his head and broke Legolas out of his stupor, for he had been mesmerized by the grace of this dark fighter. 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 hue. 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. Him not wanting to be parted again from this mysterious person played no small part, either.
Over logs and under branches the Light followed the Shadow. Sensing his pursuer, the Shadow pushed faster, not wanting; yet wanting it more than anything, to get caught. 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, his heart dropping. He jumped and drew a single sword when the Light landed gently in front of him. The Light held up his hands in a sign of peace. He 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, once again transfixed by his masculine beauty and musical tenor voice. 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," 'and fall for,' Legolas thought, slightly puzzled by his own thoughts and emotions. "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 taught me otherwise." The Light persisted, not wanting to leave this Shadow.
"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 doing the same." The Light shook his head. 'I could never turn you away. I just wish I knew more about you, or why I think I'm falling in love with a complete stranger.'
"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."
'I truly hope they do not shun me,' thought the Shadow, 'I don't think I can bear to be kept from my Light. After all, what is a Shadow without Light?'
TBC.
A/N: Well, what do you think? Was that believable? I'm going for a deeper mystical connection between theses two because for some reason I think that's how love's done among the elves. 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 Minor.
Thanks again for beta-ing Pepperfreak! Or do you prefer Green Which? Anywho, THANK YOU!!!!!