Hello my faithful reviewers! I am sorry it has taken so long to update, been so busy with school and all. This is a short chapter to appease you, based mainly on Jarlaxle's point of view. I don't own anything but Kirrath. Please review. And thanks to all for putting up with me. Next chapter will be up as soon as I can, remember input is welcome (new ideas)
Jarlaxle turned to stare at Kirrath, the tall Drow seemed unsure whither to run and hide, or stand and hope to go unnoticed. The surface dwellers seemed to be in a range of states running from exhausted and heart sore, to alert and terrified. Jarlaxle smiled when they noticed their supposedly missing wizard companion.
"Gandalf?" A tall human asked, he was tall and rugged, his clothes worn and the faint markings of a beard marked at his chin, he had grey eyes, and to the unusual Drow, he seemed more then just another human.
"Yes Aragorn it is I." Gandalf said sounding relieved, though he tried to mask it.
"We thought you were gone for good." One of the Halflings said, this one had curly dirty blond hair, and seemed rather light hearted despite the fact that they had just come from imprisonment. (You can guess that this is Merry)
"How did you escape?" A smaller hobbit, the smallest of the lot, asked; he had dark brown hair, and seemed rather curious. (Pippin :)
"I felt the Drow come before hand, but there was not enough time to wake you, I followed you though hoping for an opportunity, you have the mercenary Jarlaxle to thank for that. Without his help you would have been lost. It was his scouts that shot down your captors, giving you the chance to escape." Gandalf nodded to the short eccentric Drow standing nearby.
Jarlaxle bowed deeply to the surface folk.
"We owe you our lives master Jarlaxle." A black haired Halfling said. Several others of them nodded.
"Please, think nothing of it at the moment, it was enough to get back at that scheming Oruna, nasty piece of work that one unlike her brother there." Jarlaxle grinned at Kirrath's wince, a nerve had been struck in the warrior, Jarlaxle mused; he had decided not to kill his Drow warrior, but that did not mean that he couldn't show his displeasure, in quieter, perhaps more effective, ways.
What do you think? Please review, sorry it took so long to get up, but you know how it is! Until later.