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Oruna paced about the narrow tunnel leading into Menzoberanzan, she could not just go parading into the city, not yet at any rate as she had fallen from Lloth's favor. She growled her anger getting the better of her. She had arranged for one of her guards to go and buy the groups passage into the Drow city.

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Kirrath glanced around at his surroundings; he hoped no one would notice him. He slowly had been cutting the rope around his wrists with his fingernails, it was starting to pain him, and his wrists felt as if they were on fire, but he persevered. He would have used a rock, but he figured it might be a bit to conspicuous.

Frowning, Kirrath felt the ropes starting to loosen, the suddenly they snapped; Kirrath kept them though, wrapping them about his wrists as if nothing had happened.

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Oruna felt a pull at her consciousness, a whisper filled with power; she glanced around to identify this 'voice' it grew stronger promising of wealth and power, it was not an item of Lloth, she could tell, nor as powerful; but still it was hard to resist. No, she couldn't resist it…she followed the voice to one of the Halflings. The four of them looked up at her in fear…

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Kirrath noticed that Oruna had walked over to the Halflings; she bent down till she was at eye level with the one who bore the ring, Frodo. She reached out and touched the ring on the chain that circled Frodo's throat. He was helpless as she ripped it off and started to walk away.

"My thanks dear Halfling" she said, the fellowship looked panicky, Kirrath wasn't surprised.

Oruna walked near to Kirrath, seeing an opportunity to free his life dept and himself he dove for it. Kirrath leapt at his sister bringing the rope that had bound him about her throat. Surprised Oruna couldn't get away; she grasped at her throat her air suddenly gone. The guards looked at her in her helpless state but decided against helping her, Kirrath, they knew, had too many connections with too many people.

Oruna felt Kirrath tighten the rope about her throat. "I have waited for this for to long sister!" he whispered in her ear.

He noticed her trying to cast a spell with her fingers, so he stepped on her foot, she called out in pain with her last breath, she felt blood trickle down her throat from the rope where it cut, everything was growing dark, she felt so much pain, then it was cold, deathly cold, she passed out.

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Kirrath grasped his sister's head and gave it a good sharp yank; snapping her neck in half.

"An easy, merciful death I gave you, not like the one that awaited me." Kirrath murmured quietly.

He dropped the corpse of his sister on the floor and glared at the guards. "Hand me a dagger you fools! Or I will kill you just as easily!"

A guard tossed him a dagger, and with it he cut the bonds of the fellowship. Frodo went to retrieve the ring from Oruna's lifeless hand. But Kirrath stopped him, the black-skinned elf held out the chain that had the simple band of gold on it, such a simple thing and so dangerous. Legolas stared at his cousin (metaphorically speaking) Kirrath stared back.

A shout from Boromir alerted Kirrath; he spun round to find a Drow guard almost upon him, a long wicked sword aimed for his belly. The charging Drow suddenly jerked a crossbow dart buried in his throat; Kirrath did not question this good fortune but grabbed Frodo and pulled him into a nearby tunnel, one that he was, fortunately, familiar with. The rest of the fellowship followed him, leaving the sounds of battle behind.

Ok…what do you think? This shows Kirrath in a different light does it not? The next few chapters will be interesting for sure. Please review and thanks for putting up with me! I will update soon!