Friend?
(Hi everyone! This is my first fanfiction EVER! (So exiting) P-please don't lynch me. This one is supposed to take place before Wulfgar and Catti-brie are engaged. I'm starting off short. If I get a positive reaction then I might keep going. I would like to thank TropicalWierdo for being supportive and inspiring me. You rock!)
(I do not own Drizzt Do'Urden or any of the other characters in R.A. Salvatore's Forgotten Realms books.)
The tunnels under Mithral Hall were as busy as ever. Hundreds of stocky dwarves hammered at the silver streams lining the walls with a speed, care and devotion that only dwarves understood. However, even the dwarves still did not know what lurked in the undiscovered depths of the underdark. At the enterance to one such newly discovered tunnel sat a heavily armored dwarf, boredly scratching himself and fingering his light battle-axe. Brodin was a new recruit, having only arrived from Settlestone a few days ago, and he was starting to regret his decision to voulenteer for the dwarven mining guard due to the overall inactivity of the job. Just as this thought was running through his mind a sudden movement caught his attention. A dark shadow was cast in the flickering torchlight, revealing that someone was approaching from around the rocky corner. At first the dwarf dismissed it as one of his kin. However, as the shadow grew taller and slimmer, much more so than that of a dwarf's, the Brodin suddenly felt very alone. Trying to look fierce Brodin stood up too his full hight of 5'1", holding his mithral axe in both of his shaking hands. He had never been told he would need to fight anything! The Brodin's dread deepened as the shadow grew ominously larger on the mithral speckled wall. The dwarf almost cried out in terror as a ebon-skinned figure stepped around the corner and continued to approach him. Any dwarf would recognise what the slender figure was immediately.
"D-drow?" Brodin whispered incredulously. How did a drow reach the mines? Surely even one of the dark elves would have been no match for an army of Drow hating dwarves! However, Brodin breathed a sigh of relief as the elf raised his head and two lavender coloured orbs shone at him.
"Drizzt!" Brodin said loudly, with more than a bit of a shake in his voice. The drow ranger walked up to him, smiling in the torchlight.
"Greetings Brodin. I was told to come and assist the scouting party that went down here." He said in his melodious voice.
"A-ah, yes, I'll just open the gateā¦" Stammered the dwarf. This wasn't turning out to be a good week for him.
(It hasn't even got to the main story yet, but I think this piece gives you a taste of my 'serious' writing. I'll keep going if I get some reviews, otherwise I wont bother. D)
