An - this is the last chapter. More on this at the bottom, there is a large
portion taken right from the book. From "suddenly Gimli looked up.found
near at hand." it's in italics on my computer, but it won't be here. (sigh)
so it's in "".
It certainly took me long enough.
Enjoy.
Chapter 8
The fellowship departed the next day. As the others marveled at their parting gifts, Galadriel faced Drizzt once more.
"And so we part, Drizzt Do'Urden. I fear we will none of us meet again. To remember us by," She held her hand aside and a servant brought forth the final gift. It was a scimitar, etched with leaves and a gold and silver inlay to mimic the trees of Lothlorien.
"Lady."
"Do not protest, Dark One. You have earned the right to wield such a blade. May it serve you well and protect that for which you care." Drizzt looked down the line to where his lover stood and marveled at the bow of the Galadriem.
"Aye." He said, lost in thought. He snapped back to reality. "Many thanks, my Lady. I will do my best." Galadriel smiled at him.
"And I can ask nothing more." Drizzt nodded once more to the Lady of Light before entering the boat with Legolas and Gimli.
None of the fellowship would ever return to the forests of Lothlorien.
***
Days pass and the fellowship continues on down the river.
Boromir succumbs to the will of the ring and attacks Frodo.
Frodo and Sam leave for Moria.
Boromir dies protecting Pippin and Merry.
Pippin and Merry are taken by the Uruk-Hai.
Drizzt, Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli set off to recapture the younger hobbits.
Frodo and Sam adopt Gollum as their guide.
Pippin and Merry escape the Uruk-Hai and meet Treebeard.
The four hunters come across the Rohirrim, and learn of the affairs in the lands of Men.
They enter Fangorn Forrest.
The meeting of Gandalf and Drizzt is worth of mention.
"Suddenly Gimli looked up, and there just on the edge of the firelight stood an old bent man, leaning on a staff, and wrapped in a great cloak; his wide brimmed hat was pulled down over his eyes. Gimli stood up, to amazed for the moment to cry out, though at once the thought flashed into his mind that Saruman had caught them. Both Aragorn and Legolas, roused by his sudden movement, sat up and stared. The old man did not speak or make a sign.
"Well, father, what can we do for you?" said Aragorn leaping to his feet. "Come and be warm if you are cold!" He strode foreword, but the old man was gone. There was no trace of him to be found near at hand."
Drizzt, on his tree-limb perch, jumped down and into the underbrush, his scimitars coming out as he fell. Through the woods he ran, his ultraviolet eyes picking up every detail of the pitch forest. There, ahead, a flash of white cloth. With an extra burst of speed he weaved through the branches to overcome his target.
It didn't register right away that the old man had stopped walking and was waiting for him.
The two stood there for a long moment before the one in white spoke.
"Put your blade away, Drizzt Do'Urden. It will not help you here." Drizzt felt his hand move toward his belt, as if to sheath his sword. He grit his teeth and held firm.
"I have been warned of your treacherous words, Soruman the white. You will not sway me so easily."
"I am the white, yes, but Soruman I am not." The man in the cloak stood tall, his weathered hand grasping his staff tightly. His cloak fell back over his shoulders as the brim of his hat was finally raised high enough to all view of his face. The face looked very familiar.
"I am Mithrandir to your kind, elf, or was. I am not who I was, yet I am also more. Go back to your camp, Darkling. We shall meet again soon enough." There was a flash of light, bright enough for Drizzt to force his eyes closed, and when his vision cleared, the old man was gone.
***
The next day the hunters met Gandalf and followed him to Rohan.
Soruman and Grima were cast from the kingdom.
Merry and Pippin are the first non-ents to view an ent-moot.
Frodo and Sam cross the dead marches.
The hunters and the people of Rohan travel to Helms Deep.
Sam sees an Oliphant.
Merry and Pippin ride with the ents to war on Isenguard
The Battle of Helms deep.
***
Orc after Uruk-Hai after orc swarmed the castle. The walls trembles and shuddered as bodies fell everywhere. In the deep caves under the fortress the women and children huddled, praying for salvation.
Atop the wall Drizzty fought with deadly precision, cutting down everything in his path. The hunter was out once more and was out for blood. On either side of him Legolas and Gimli kept a count, a game of war that would continue beyond the end of this battle.
But there were too many orcs.
Little by little the orc pushed foreword, breeching the castle wall. If it were not for the timely return of Gandalf the White, the battle would have been lost.
After the fighting Drizzt stood there, black with orc blood and rank with it's stench. His chest heaved. His eyes hurt. His sword fell from numb fingers as he fell to his knees, total exhaustion taking him. He stared at the ground, not even flinching when a pale slender hand rested on his shoulder.
Legolas stood behind his Mellan (love) offering silent strength and support. All this death was hard for him to swallow, and it must be ten times harder for Drizzt, like a recovering alcoholic at a keg party. Killing was something he'd enjoyed in the past and it was too easy to fall back into that trap.
Legolas, too, was covered in Orc blood, mud, and suit yet at the same time managed to still glow with a healthy shine. He gently squeezed Drizzts shoulder, and smiled slightly when a dark hand came up to cover his pale one.
"Drizzt."
"Shhh." Drizzt said, "I need neither comfort nor sympathy. I am fine. Merely tired and wanting of a bath." Legolas flashed a grin.
"That just described most of the survivors." Drizzt smirked. "Come. Let us find Gimli. I wish to boast of my total." Drizzt smiled and stood on shaky legs, to follow his lover.
For the first time Drizzt felt loved unconditionally. Legolas had seen his destructive side and was not repulsed. Drizzt began to hope.
Over the next few weeks, as the Battle of Pelenor fields raged and as Sam and Frodo fought their way to Mount Doom Drizzt finally came to terms with this world as his own. He accepted Legolas as his own and they plus Gimli had many an adventure.
And lived happily ever after.
The End.
Authors notes.
It is over.
Fine
Owarai
Done
Finito
I started this story with so much enthusiasm, but as it pains me to admit, it lost steam rather quickly and was overshadowed by my epic works of Harry Potter and the Oldest Immortal and more currently The Four Horsemen.
The only time I will touch these again is to update chiaroscuro minor to it's completion. (again to chapter 8)
If you wish to rewrite this story. Or do the same thing (as in, put Legolas and Drizzt together in a story) feel free. Just let me know cause I want to read it.
I hope your all happy.
I know I am.
I was, am, and will always be Immortaljedi
It certainly took me long enough.
Enjoy.
Chapter 8
The fellowship departed the next day. As the others marveled at their parting gifts, Galadriel faced Drizzt once more.
"And so we part, Drizzt Do'Urden. I fear we will none of us meet again. To remember us by," She held her hand aside and a servant brought forth the final gift. It was a scimitar, etched with leaves and a gold and silver inlay to mimic the trees of Lothlorien.
"Lady."
"Do not protest, Dark One. You have earned the right to wield such a blade. May it serve you well and protect that for which you care." Drizzt looked down the line to where his lover stood and marveled at the bow of the Galadriem.
"Aye." He said, lost in thought. He snapped back to reality. "Many thanks, my Lady. I will do my best." Galadriel smiled at him.
"And I can ask nothing more." Drizzt nodded once more to the Lady of Light before entering the boat with Legolas and Gimli.
None of the fellowship would ever return to the forests of Lothlorien.
***
Days pass and the fellowship continues on down the river.
Boromir succumbs to the will of the ring and attacks Frodo.
Frodo and Sam leave for Moria.
Boromir dies protecting Pippin and Merry.
Pippin and Merry are taken by the Uruk-Hai.
Drizzt, Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli set off to recapture the younger hobbits.
Frodo and Sam adopt Gollum as their guide.
Pippin and Merry escape the Uruk-Hai and meet Treebeard.
The four hunters come across the Rohirrim, and learn of the affairs in the lands of Men.
They enter Fangorn Forrest.
The meeting of Gandalf and Drizzt is worth of mention.
"Suddenly Gimli looked up, and there just on the edge of the firelight stood an old bent man, leaning on a staff, and wrapped in a great cloak; his wide brimmed hat was pulled down over his eyes. Gimli stood up, to amazed for the moment to cry out, though at once the thought flashed into his mind that Saruman had caught them. Both Aragorn and Legolas, roused by his sudden movement, sat up and stared. The old man did not speak or make a sign.
"Well, father, what can we do for you?" said Aragorn leaping to his feet. "Come and be warm if you are cold!" He strode foreword, but the old man was gone. There was no trace of him to be found near at hand."
Drizzt, on his tree-limb perch, jumped down and into the underbrush, his scimitars coming out as he fell. Through the woods he ran, his ultraviolet eyes picking up every detail of the pitch forest. There, ahead, a flash of white cloth. With an extra burst of speed he weaved through the branches to overcome his target.
It didn't register right away that the old man had stopped walking and was waiting for him.
The two stood there for a long moment before the one in white spoke.
"Put your blade away, Drizzt Do'Urden. It will not help you here." Drizzt felt his hand move toward his belt, as if to sheath his sword. He grit his teeth and held firm.
"I have been warned of your treacherous words, Soruman the white. You will not sway me so easily."
"I am the white, yes, but Soruman I am not." The man in the cloak stood tall, his weathered hand grasping his staff tightly. His cloak fell back over his shoulders as the brim of his hat was finally raised high enough to all view of his face. The face looked very familiar.
"I am Mithrandir to your kind, elf, or was. I am not who I was, yet I am also more. Go back to your camp, Darkling. We shall meet again soon enough." There was a flash of light, bright enough for Drizzt to force his eyes closed, and when his vision cleared, the old man was gone.
***
The next day the hunters met Gandalf and followed him to Rohan.
Soruman and Grima were cast from the kingdom.
Merry and Pippin are the first non-ents to view an ent-moot.
Frodo and Sam cross the dead marches.
The hunters and the people of Rohan travel to Helms Deep.
Sam sees an Oliphant.
Merry and Pippin ride with the ents to war on Isenguard
The Battle of Helms deep.
***
Orc after Uruk-Hai after orc swarmed the castle. The walls trembles and shuddered as bodies fell everywhere. In the deep caves under the fortress the women and children huddled, praying for salvation.
Atop the wall Drizzty fought with deadly precision, cutting down everything in his path. The hunter was out once more and was out for blood. On either side of him Legolas and Gimli kept a count, a game of war that would continue beyond the end of this battle.
But there were too many orcs.
Little by little the orc pushed foreword, breeching the castle wall. If it were not for the timely return of Gandalf the White, the battle would have been lost.
After the fighting Drizzt stood there, black with orc blood and rank with it's stench. His chest heaved. His eyes hurt. His sword fell from numb fingers as he fell to his knees, total exhaustion taking him. He stared at the ground, not even flinching when a pale slender hand rested on his shoulder.
Legolas stood behind his Mellan (love) offering silent strength and support. All this death was hard for him to swallow, and it must be ten times harder for Drizzt, like a recovering alcoholic at a keg party. Killing was something he'd enjoyed in the past and it was too easy to fall back into that trap.
Legolas, too, was covered in Orc blood, mud, and suit yet at the same time managed to still glow with a healthy shine. He gently squeezed Drizzts shoulder, and smiled slightly when a dark hand came up to cover his pale one.
"Drizzt."
"Shhh." Drizzt said, "I need neither comfort nor sympathy. I am fine. Merely tired and wanting of a bath." Legolas flashed a grin.
"That just described most of the survivors." Drizzt smirked. "Come. Let us find Gimli. I wish to boast of my total." Drizzt smiled and stood on shaky legs, to follow his lover.
For the first time Drizzt felt loved unconditionally. Legolas had seen his destructive side and was not repulsed. Drizzt began to hope.
Over the next few weeks, as the Battle of Pelenor fields raged and as Sam and Frodo fought their way to Mount Doom Drizzt finally came to terms with this world as his own. He accepted Legolas as his own and they plus Gimli had many an adventure.
And lived happily ever after.
The End.
Authors notes.
It is over.
Fine
Owarai
Done
Finito
I started this story with so much enthusiasm, but as it pains me to admit, it lost steam rather quickly and was overshadowed by my epic works of Harry Potter and the Oldest Immortal and more currently The Four Horsemen.
The only time I will touch these again is to update chiaroscuro minor to it's completion. (again to chapter 8)
If you wish to rewrite this story. Or do the same thing (as in, put Legolas and Drizzt together in a story) feel free. Just let me know cause I want to read it.
I hope your all happy.
I know I am.
I was, am, and will always be Immortaljedi