I've always thought Gilthanas is one of the most underrated characters in Dragonlance. So here is my story on him. AU, and Alternate Ending here. I made Gilthanas a bit stronger as well and with double blades (cuz me likey!) Maybe a bit OOC, but I think it works well enough. Please read and review this, or I don't see a point in writing anymore if I don't see any audience for it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonlance, Weiss and hickman and the rest own them. Otherwise, there would be a kender empire and kender army taking over all of Ansalon by now.

Chapter 1: Thoughts

The embers of their fire glowed at a sudden gust of wind. Gilthanas looked up from the tediousness of his watch. It was his turn to keep watch. Silvara and Gilthanas were one their way to Sanction, to find what had become of the good dragon eggs.

Gilthanas let loose a sigh. It was but the second day of the journey, and already it was damp and weary. What else could be expected? They were most likely traveling to their deaths at any rate. He shifted his gaze to the beautiful silver-haired elf sleeping before him. No, correcting himself bitterly, a dragon... A dragon in elf form. He watched as the wind ran through her hair, and caused it to gently slide across her face.

He cursed himself, his very existence, Laurana, Tanis, the companions they had parted with, the Qualinesti, Silvara, indeed, the whole world.

Stupid war, driving out the Qualinesti out of their beloved home. Also the other companions thought him weak. Scowling heavily he brooded on this. He was not weak; he was the best warrior of the Qualinesti, though few knew it. His skill at archery, and his speed with the double blades were finer than Tanis, aye, even Sturm or Caramon due to his innate elven agility. He was a decent mage also, for someone who had not taken the Test.

Not to mention Laurana had forced him to accompany Silvara on a quest to find the dragon eggs. He was a good elf, cold at times, but kind when necessary. But, he would perhaps been better if this had to be done with anyone, anyone indeed, besides Silvara. He looked back upon that gentle and beautiful face. He could almost feel her soft lips on his again, the quivering body of hers pressed against his in the warm embrace, that gentle caress upon his face, her beautiful eyes and that melodious and sweet voice. He almost blushed. How he loved her! And how he hated himself for that love! He was an Elf-Prince; nonetheless, he would have given it up to be with her, seemingly a gentle Wilder Elf. But she was a dragon. He could never bring himself to love a dragon. How could he? She was not even a mortal, let alone of his race. Yet, he could not bring himself to give her up, the love for her remained, however, he could not accept her love, or acknowledge his own for her.

He tried to shake himself, to deny that anything existed between them, to remove all trace of his deep love for her from his mind. He was unable to do so, and decided upon pacing agitatedly. Ah, if only suicide was not considered blasmephous, his fingers tracing the pommel of his dagger, lovingly.

"Elf-Lord, by the sound of your pacing and the look on your face, it would seem you are an expectant father."

Gilthanas turned around quickly to face that now bitterly smiling face of Silvara again. He inwardly swore; he let her see him like that!

Adopting his mask of impassivity, he declared, "It was nothing. I was wondering if the trail is true. It could be a ruse to lead us to an ambush. Besides, my thoughts are of no concern to you."

He knew by the look on her face that she had seen through his lie, perhaps even to the point where she knew why he was worried. He had also seen that look of pain flash through when he issued his last remark, and her attempt to hide it behind a now cold and emotionless expression.

She propped her head on one elbow while staring at him.

"Yes, the trail is still fresh, and it will not lead us astray. I think it best that now we leave, before dawn catches up with us. Perhaps we can get further today."

The elflord nodded his assent saying,

"All right then, I suppose we can start now."

She nodded and began to pack her few items. Gilthanas felt a sharp pang of regret for that cruel remark he made earlier. He shook his head and began to pack. Perhaps, time would tell what would become of his confused relationship.

So… What did you guys think? Hate it? Love it? Who cares? Review! I would appreciate it much. And Solaes, AKA Cathy, don't even comment on this, unless it's a good comment… I don't care if you think Gilthanas is a wimp, don't flame me or mention it to me at school.