Hello my faithful reviewers! This chapter is a flashback! You will find out where Gandalf has been, as you may recall he had vanished in the chapter where Oruna had captured the fellowship, the next few chapters will be mostly talk and such probably. On the advice of several of you reviewers, this will give you a chance to catch up if you have gotten confused with the events. Please review again! And I don't own anything but Kirrath. Enjoy!

Back Flash

Gandalf watched the confrontation between the fellowship and the Drow Kirrath. He had suspected that the Drow was less then loyal but had bitten his tongue as the fellowship had needed a guide, they still needed one.

He watched Legolas threaten the Drow, but Kirrath did not shrink from the elven-steel blade, Legolas was no murderer. He did not carry through his threats.

As the fellowship slowly drifted off to sleep Gandalf considered all that had occurred to them, first the quake that had brought them here in this…nightmare…then how Kirrath had threatened to kill Pippin, and then suddenly offer his help; how Kirrath had led them to the grey dwarves (though Gandalf suspected that that was purely coincidental) then those hook-horrors nearly killing the Drow, and Boromir healing him.

Gandalf now considered their capture by Kirrath's sister. That had been an interesting encounter; Gandalf had only been watching from a nearby tunnel, never straying to far from sight, knowing that he could not free the fellowship and defend himself from the merciless Drow warriors, but wanting to help all the same. Then Kirrath had saved the fellowship again, he had killed his own sister and cut the fellowship loose, but then he would have been murdered if…

"What are you thinking of Gandalf?" A voice from behind him said.

Gandalf looked back at the 4 foot tall Drow. He was a strange one no doubt, with a wide brimmed hat with a large plumed feather set in it; his shirt was loose and partially open revealing part of a well muscled chest, the Drow was bald (he had shaved his head) and wore many jewelry on his fingers and about his neck. He had a colourful cape that seemed to make him disappear into the stones around him, and boots that could be as loud or as quiet as he wished them to be. And with an eye patch over his one eye Jarlaxle indeed was strange to Gandalf.

"I am merely thinking."

"Thinking? Of what pray tell."

"Yes, of how to return to our world without losing anyone."

Jarlaxle chuckled softly, "Indeed good Wizard, Kirrath will be here soon with you friends, have no fear."

Gandalf had found this Drow as he had tailed the fellowship's captors, this mercenary had offered his help, for a small fee of course (it was really not so small), and Gandalf had grudgingly agreed. He was not regretting it.

Kirrath and the fellowship suddenly burst into that particular cavern, gasping for breath and looking terribly frightened.

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Pippin leaned against a wall "I wish we had some light in these caves…" he started to say when light did fill the cave, a soft violet light shade of Faerie Fire. That was odd Kirrath's had always been blue. Pippin looked up to see another Drow, a different one much shorter then Kirrath, in fact not much taller then the hobbits themselves, but somehow he seemed more dangerous then Kirrath.

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Kirrath face paled as he saw his leader, had he been the one that had attacked their captors? What was Gandalf doing with him? Oh he was so dead.

He, he, he! Another cliffy! Just for you reviewers! What will happen now? What has Gandalf to do with Jarlaxle? Enjoy, don't own anything, and please review!