Wulfgar, Regis and Drizzt were sitting in the Bruenor's Climb. Catti-brie was inside resting along with the babies. Bruenor was celebrating the birth of his grand daughters with it seemed the whole mine. Of course this celebrating didn't manage without lots and lots of holly water. By this time he would be probably snoring for the entire mine to hear.

Drizzt also drank a glass of finest wine and now had the second one in his hands. He wanted to spend the night with his wife and children but Stumped said that the mother was far too exhausted and Drizzt was far too exited to let her rest peacefully.

"That's stupid! I want to be with her!" the drow tried to protest.

"Listen, it's not very easy to give birth to a baby to say nothing of two! She's asleep now if you enter she'll wake up, and you know it. Your famed elven grace won't help – she sense you…" Drizzt understood that the dwarven cleric had a point, and he also was very tired to come up with something smarter then…

"I'm accustomed to sleep in my bed" he said resentful. He looked like a child who was left without a candy. But both new that wasn't true – Drizzt rarely slept in a bed since he spent most of the time traveling. It was just a weak excuse…

Now the 'young' father was sitting in the cold rock exposed to all the ice winds of the dale. But he was happy! Nothing could change it! Almost nothing…

"Should we tell him?" Regis and Wulfgar seemed to have their own conversation. They were sitting a few foots from Drizzt, but the drow was so much in his thoughts that even with his elven ear he couldn't (or didn't wanted to) hear what were they talking about.

"Methinks that it's better to him to find out by himself" The barbarian answered.

"It is not something to find out, you know! It's difficult not to see that your own child doesn't have black skin!" The tiny halfling looked like he would explode any minute now. "The question is how could that be that one twin is half-drow and another half-moon elf? It's one of the cases when you should put your big head to think!"

"He thinks a lot" Wulfgar nodded in Drizzt's direction. The warrior didn't seem offended at all. He new that his little friend just tried to put more sense to his own words. "Besides it's not bad, isn't it?"

"What it's not bad?" the dark elf interrupted.

"I…ee…wha…" Wulfgar tried to explain.

'Why the hell this darned elf starts thinking when he shouldn't (or at list not about what he is supposed to), and when people want to discuss something without him he suddenly looses all his thoughts!' Regis thought while listening the barbarian's pitiable explanations.

"You know…eeeeh…the baby…"

"What's wrong with her?" Sparkles starting to burn in his lavender orbs. Drizzt was sure that, concerning heath, the babies were all right. So those two wanted to say something else and judging by their voice and confusion it wasn't smart to expect congratulations.

"Well, he…I…I mean, she…well… the skin… th… the… 'C'mon Regis, help me out here!" Wulfgar wasn't sure if the drow would contain the temptation of sticking a scimitar in his arse. So in a second he was behind Regis' back, trying to hide from Drizzt's by it self cutting gaze. In vain, of course…

"Ok, listen" the halfling decided to take the initiative in his own hands "have you noticed anything strange about your babies? And I'm not saying anything bad…" he rapidly added as he saw flames in his friend's orbs "…just unusual"

"Well…" Now Drizzt was the confused one "one had dark skin and another didn't… I thought it wasn't something strange after all Catti is a human"

This phase made the halfling jump. What if… no, that couldn't be, but it seemed to be…no, no.

"Ok, daddy, follow the idea: Cat doesn't know her parents. She was found by Bruenor an' his kin in a destroyed village. Now she's two babies. One is dark skinned and white haired- your touch. The other has white skin (really white skin) and black hair- and this, my dear friend, is your antipode's heritage."

Regis was so exited with the idea that he forgot to breathe while was taking. So when he finished he desperately started gasping for air.

"You mean she's a half-elf?" Drizzt was shocked. The idea gave many possibilities (great possibilities!) for the future. But the drow didn't want to think of them. What if they weren't true!

"Not a half-elf probably, but a quarter more than possible"

"Are you crazy!" Wulfgar, silent by now, decided to return the halfling to the real life "It just can't be! She doesn't have pointy ears as you noticed!"

"To yours information to be an elf it's not just pointy ears!" Said the halfling so convinced of his words that it seemed that he was one.

With out saying a word Drizzt turned around and started to make his way to the mines already having some ideas to resolve the problem…

A/N: Is Catti an elf?

How would Drizzt resolve the problem?

And what possibilities was he thinking of?

Wait for the next chapter evil grin

R/R PLEASE!