Hello again, asking for 5 reviews please, this chapter is short but sweet. As a reminder to all I will never write slash, so don't get any wrong impressions from this chapter; this is just the beginnings of a friendship. Don't own anything but Kirrath. Enjoy!

Kirrath awoke with a jolt, he felt hot and cold at the same time. Kirrath started to rise but a burning pain in his chest made him fall back to the ground with a grunt.

"Here, drink this" a deep calm voice said to him.

Kirrath, to tired to resist, complied; it was just water, but that alone gave him the strength to open his eyes and examine his surroundings. He didn't recognize them.

"What happened?" He asked the man, who was called Boromir as Kirrath had learned.

Boromir recounted the tale to Kirrath, telling how Legolas had shot the beast that held Kirrath, and how he had healed Kirrath with those strange drinks, and then how the fellowship had had to flee from more of those creatures, Legolas had killed them, but they were now unsure of where they were, for they had taken many side paths to escape the monsters.

Kirrath considered the implications, not only was he now totally lost; but he was in dept to a bunch of surface dwellers! He may be a Drow, and unpredictable, but Kirrath had a sense of honor that made him honor any life depts. He was speechless for the first time in a long while. "I'm sorry" Kirrath said.

"For what?" Boromir asked.

Kirrath took a deep breath "I wasn't really leading you to the surface, just in circles towards my city. I hoped that I would be able to gain power status from turning you in…"

"Why? What have we ever done to you?" Boromir asked astonished.

"Nothing" Kirrath said shutting his eyes briefly as a wave of pain struck him, "Males among the Drow have little power status and are often put to death horribly; sacrificed, murdered, enslaved, I thought with a little bit of power I could free myself from most of those trappings, but you seem to have put me in a position where I can not do anything."

Boromir remained silent for a good while, these new thoughts frustrating and horrifying him.

"I don't blame you if you want to kill me." Kirrath said softly.

Boromir remained silent then asked, "Could you still find us a way to the surface?"

"You would put your trust in me again? After all I've done to you?"

"Yes, because you are the only way any of us will get out of here, and I think you will, I don't think you are evil, like everything else seems to be. Will you at lease try?"

"Yes, I suppose I could try." Kirrath answered slowly, dumbfounded; no one had ever put any trust into him, except Jarlaxle that is, but even then…

Kirrath looked at Boromir, wondering, are the people of the surface really as bad as the Drow make them out to be? Or is it just us? Boromir clapped a strong hand on Kirrath's shoulder, and then got up to join the rest of the fellowship. Kirrath thoughts whirled about his head, and continued to for many hours afterwards, as he slipped into a deep sleep, in his dreams. He had found a friend; or at least, a companion.

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