Chapter 7
The Lady Galadriel sat, lost in thought, as she watched the Fellowship from her high open window. She was glad the Dark Elf Drizzt had found them, especially Legolas Greenleaf. She had felt so much pain from him.she was sure Legolas was exactly what he needed.
***
Their wounds physically healed and dressed in fresh clothing, the Fellowship (plus Drizzt) relaxed in the warm afternoon. Legolas sat shoulder to shoulder with Drizzt while Drizzt held a black onyx figure in his hands.
"That must be Guenhwyvar," Legolas commented and Drizzt nodded.
"Yes." His hands paused in their motions, so the figure was facing him. "It's been a very long time since Guenhwyvar walked this plane. I miss her. She was all that kept me sane in the Underdark." Drizzt looked at his light- elven love. "Would you like to meet her?" Legolas grinned.
"Yes. Very Much so." Drizzt nodded and called to his panther companion. Black mist swirled and in the blink of an eye Guenhwyvar stood before them. Almost as fast she had pounced on Drizzt, showing him her affection with broad swipes of her tongue. Laughing gently Drizzit stopped the damp onslaught and hugged his furry attacker around the neck.
"I missed you Guenhwyvar," whispered Drizzt in the language of the Drow. "It has been a lonely century." Guenhwyvar shot him s look that clearly said, 'why didn't you summon me sooner, then?' "It was too dangerous." He murmered and backed away slightly. "I would like you to meet Legolas Greenleaf. Legolas, this is Guenhwyvar." The panther regarded Legolas solemnly before lowering her head slowly, in a formal bow. Raising her head she nuzzled Legolas' hand. Legolas smiled gently.
"Such beauty and power. Such grace. She is truly magnificent." Drizzt smiled.
"Yes. She is."
It was bout this time that Merry and Pippin noticed the giant ebony-coated feline. Pippin summed up his surprise in one word.
"Yeaaaaaa-mmmmph!"
Or rather.scream. Merry cut off the high-pitched squeal by clamping his hand firmly over Pippin's mouth. His eyes, however, were wide and showed the same fear that Pippin's scream had. The others in the fellowship all stopped what they were doing and brought their weapons to bear on the "threat." The two elves who sat behind the "Target" slowly raised their hands.
"Calm yourselves," Said Legolas, "She will not hurt any of us."
"Her name is Guenhwyvar, and she is from the shadow realm. She is my companion and was getting rather impatient about once again roaming this realm." Drizzt calmly explained. Aragorn sheathed his sword.
"She is a beauty." Guen bowed her head and purred in pleasure. "May I?" Aragorn asked, holding out his hand to stroke her fur."
"That is up to her," Drizzt replied. "But just for a hint, she likes to be scratched behind the ears." Guen growled faintly, slightly displeased that Drizzt was spilling all her secrets, but started to purr almost immediately as Aragorn scratched behind her ears. Boromir sheathed his sword and Gimli put down his ax. The hobbits finally calmed down and once again a sence of calm permeated the camp.
***
That night Galadriel came to their camp, wishing to speak to Drizzt. As they talked, they walked.
"I know many things in and of this land, Drizzt D'Urden, but I have never seen an elf such as you before. I have heard the tales, of course."
"The tales are true, My Lady. I am Drow, and My race doesn't like the sun and exists solely underground in a dark labyrinth known as the Underdark.but not on this realm."
"Yet you live above ground. In the Sunlight. In the Moonlight and under the light of the stars." Drizzt nodded and looked up at where the sky could be barely seen through the trees.
"I am not like the others of my race. I do not believe in their spider- goddess and I do not follow their dark ways. I am in exile of their world by choice and I bless the coming of the sun everyday as a reminder of my new life." Drizzt closed his mouth suddenly. There was no reason to tell his history to this woman, yet he found himself compelled to do so. There was just something about her.
"Forgive me for saying this, but it's seems rather lonely, leaving all you knew like that." Drizzt nodded.
"It was. But I had Guen and I soon found others whom I called friends. Catti-bre a human woman and Bruenor, her Dwarven father. And there was Wulfgar, the warrior human and Regis the hafling thief. We were a family, even if we did not always see eye to eye on things. Then, when I end up here.I have lived under the mountain for centuries, Lady. My friends are all dead and gone, all but Wulfgar from old age, I hope.Wulfgar died before I left.that is why I left."
The Lady of Light gazed at Drizzt for a long moment, seeing something that no one else could before beckoning him to follow her. They travel through the forests and glades until they came to a small clearing. In the center of the clearing was Galadriel's mirror.
"Do not be afraid, Drizzt, to look in the mirror. It will show you the fate of your friends." Drizzt, still wary, approached the mirror much faster than before and peered into it's clear waters. For a moment nothing happened then the scene changed.
Bruenor, beard and hair now quite white, sat in his throne room, ale in one hand, his other on his knee and he watched the dwarves around him work. Little dwarven children ran by playing and Bruenor smiled behind his beard.
Regis lay back on a pile of gold coins, arms behind his head, relaxed before a shout was heard and he was chased from the royal treasury by the guards. Drizzt could do little more than smile at the little thief.
Catti-bre sat on a medow hill, the flowers in bloom around her. Drizzt had never seen anything more beautiful. Her head turned and she smiled. She rose to her feet and ran down the hill and into the arms of.Wulfgar?
Drizzt looked up at Galadriel in schock, but she nodded back to the mirror. This time he saw himself, looking as he always did, but different. It took a moment to realize the difference was the small smile on his face. A pale figure formed behind him and embraced him from behind. It took less than a second for Drizzt to recognize Legolas before the picture faded away and was replaced by visions of war and battle, death and destruction. Drizzt pulled away in shock. He looked up at Lady Galadriel.
"Your friend Wulfgar lived, and while your friends all mourned you absence, were happy in their lives until the end. Wulfgar and Catti-bre gave Bruenor grandchildren and great-grandchildren before he passed. They still live in the wilds of the north in your realm. If you were to go back, you would meet them." Drizzt nodded.
"Here however, war is brewing and will break out very soon. You help is needed to ensure the fate of the races; to ensure the survival of those you care about here. Will you aid the fellowship?"
Drizzt squared his shoulders. "I will protect the ring-bearer. I will aid the quest." Galadriel nodded, dismissing him. Drizzt nodded and turned to leave.
"I'm sure Legolas would be pleased to hear the news." Galadriel called to his back. Drizzt spun to face her.
"I see many things, Drizzt Do'Urden, both clear and unclear, seen and unseen. Your connection to the woodelf prince is clear to me. Do not be ashamed of love, Drizzt." Drizzt nodded and left the clearing. Galadriel watched him go.
TBC.
Wow, I am so sorry about the long wait. I do plan on going on with this story. Do not give up hope, but with my other stories, this one is kinda on the back burner.
Thank you, all of you, who kept pestering me to write, and gave me ideas. Thank you.
Until next time, I was, am, and will always be, immortaljedi
The Lady Galadriel sat, lost in thought, as she watched the Fellowship from her high open window. She was glad the Dark Elf Drizzt had found them, especially Legolas Greenleaf. She had felt so much pain from him.she was sure Legolas was exactly what he needed.
***
Their wounds physically healed and dressed in fresh clothing, the Fellowship (plus Drizzt) relaxed in the warm afternoon. Legolas sat shoulder to shoulder with Drizzt while Drizzt held a black onyx figure in his hands.
"That must be Guenhwyvar," Legolas commented and Drizzt nodded.
"Yes." His hands paused in their motions, so the figure was facing him. "It's been a very long time since Guenhwyvar walked this plane. I miss her. She was all that kept me sane in the Underdark." Drizzt looked at his light- elven love. "Would you like to meet her?" Legolas grinned.
"Yes. Very Much so." Drizzt nodded and called to his panther companion. Black mist swirled and in the blink of an eye Guenhwyvar stood before them. Almost as fast she had pounced on Drizzt, showing him her affection with broad swipes of her tongue. Laughing gently Drizzit stopped the damp onslaught and hugged his furry attacker around the neck.
"I missed you Guenhwyvar," whispered Drizzt in the language of the Drow. "It has been a lonely century." Guenhwyvar shot him s look that clearly said, 'why didn't you summon me sooner, then?' "It was too dangerous." He murmered and backed away slightly. "I would like you to meet Legolas Greenleaf. Legolas, this is Guenhwyvar." The panther regarded Legolas solemnly before lowering her head slowly, in a formal bow. Raising her head she nuzzled Legolas' hand. Legolas smiled gently.
"Such beauty and power. Such grace. She is truly magnificent." Drizzt smiled.
"Yes. She is."
It was bout this time that Merry and Pippin noticed the giant ebony-coated feline. Pippin summed up his surprise in one word.
"Yeaaaaaa-mmmmph!"
Or rather.scream. Merry cut off the high-pitched squeal by clamping his hand firmly over Pippin's mouth. His eyes, however, were wide and showed the same fear that Pippin's scream had. The others in the fellowship all stopped what they were doing and brought their weapons to bear on the "threat." The two elves who sat behind the "Target" slowly raised their hands.
"Calm yourselves," Said Legolas, "She will not hurt any of us."
"Her name is Guenhwyvar, and she is from the shadow realm. She is my companion and was getting rather impatient about once again roaming this realm." Drizzt calmly explained. Aragorn sheathed his sword.
"She is a beauty." Guen bowed her head and purred in pleasure. "May I?" Aragorn asked, holding out his hand to stroke her fur."
"That is up to her," Drizzt replied. "But just for a hint, she likes to be scratched behind the ears." Guen growled faintly, slightly displeased that Drizzt was spilling all her secrets, but started to purr almost immediately as Aragorn scratched behind her ears. Boromir sheathed his sword and Gimli put down his ax. The hobbits finally calmed down and once again a sence of calm permeated the camp.
***
That night Galadriel came to their camp, wishing to speak to Drizzt. As they talked, they walked.
"I know many things in and of this land, Drizzt D'Urden, but I have never seen an elf such as you before. I have heard the tales, of course."
"The tales are true, My Lady. I am Drow, and My race doesn't like the sun and exists solely underground in a dark labyrinth known as the Underdark.but not on this realm."
"Yet you live above ground. In the Sunlight. In the Moonlight and under the light of the stars." Drizzt nodded and looked up at where the sky could be barely seen through the trees.
"I am not like the others of my race. I do not believe in their spider- goddess and I do not follow their dark ways. I am in exile of their world by choice and I bless the coming of the sun everyday as a reminder of my new life." Drizzt closed his mouth suddenly. There was no reason to tell his history to this woman, yet he found himself compelled to do so. There was just something about her.
"Forgive me for saying this, but it's seems rather lonely, leaving all you knew like that." Drizzt nodded.
"It was. But I had Guen and I soon found others whom I called friends. Catti-bre a human woman and Bruenor, her Dwarven father. And there was Wulfgar, the warrior human and Regis the hafling thief. We were a family, even if we did not always see eye to eye on things. Then, when I end up here.I have lived under the mountain for centuries, Lady. My friends are all dead and gone, all but Wulfgar from old age, I hope.Wulfgar died before I left.that is why I left."
The Lady of Light gazed at Drizzt for a long moment, seeing something that no one else could before beckoning him to follow her. They travel through the forests and glades until they came to a small clearing. In the center of the clearing was Galadriel's mirror.
"Do not be afraid, Drizzt, to look in the mirror. It will show you the fate of your friends." Drizzt, still wary, approached the mirror much faster than before and peered into it's clear waters. For a moment nothing happened then the scene changed.
Bruenor, beard and hair now quite white, sat in his throne room, ale in one hand, his other on his knee and he watched the dwarves around him work. Little dwarven children ran by playing and Bruenor smiled behind his beard.
Regis lay back on a pile of gold coins, arms behind his head, relaxed before a shout was heard and he was chased from the royal treasury by the guards. Drizzt could do little more than smile at the little thief.
Catti-bre sat on a medow hill, the flowers in bloom around her. Drizzt had never seen anything more beautiful. Her head turned and she smiled. She rose to her feet and ran down the hill and into the arms of.Wulfgar?
Drizzt looked up at Galadriel in schock, but she nodded back to the mirror. This time he saw himself, looking as he always did, but different. It took a moment to realize the difference was the small smile on his face. A pale figure formed behind him and embraced him from behind. It took less than a second for Drizzt to recognize Legolas before the picture faded away and was replaced by visions of war and battle, death and destruction. Drizzt pulled away in shock. He looked up at Lady Galadriel.
"Your friend Wulfgar lived, and while your friends all mourned you absence, were happy in their lives until the end. Wulfgar and Catti-bre gave Bruenor grandchildren and great-grandchildren before he passed. They still live in the wilds of the north in your realm. If you were to go back, you would meet them." Drizzt nodded.
"Here however, war is brewing and will break out very soon. You help is needed to ensure the fate of the races; to ensure the survival of those you care about here. Will you aid the fellowship?"
Drizzt squared his shoulders. "I will protect the ring-bearer. I will aid the quest." Galadriel nodded, dismissing him. Drizzt nodded and turned to leave.
"I'm sure Legolas would be pleased to hear the news." Galadriel called to his back. Drizzt spun to face her.
"I see many things, Drizzt Do'Urden, both clear and unclear, seen and unseen. Your connection to the woodelf prince is clear to me. Do not be ashamed of love, Drizzt." Drizzt nodded and left the clearing. Galadriel watched him go.
TBC.
Wow, I am so sorry about the long wait. I do plan on going on with this story. Do not give up hope, but with my other stories, this one is kinda on the back burner.
Thank you, all of you, who kept pestering me to write, and gave me ideas. Thank you.
Until next time, I was, am, and will always be, immortaljedi