Author's Note: Thanks to those that have read my story so far. Please Review. On with the story...Happy Readings! - K. Jeynkins

DISCLAIMER: Areleyn, Galion, the "Two Elves" and a few thoughts, BELONG TO ME!! The rest...I bow in defeat to Tolkien and Salvatore (gives a courtly bow).

Drizzt was surprised when the two elves that had been following him for the past two days finally caught up with him. They were good, he thought. He was crouched, secluded in a nearby tree for the mice to fall into his trap so he could question them. Darkness crept up to the elves just as they started to get close to Drizzt's tree. It was his time, the time of the drow.

"Ada," a young she-elf spoke calmly but quickly. She was agitated, Drizzt could tell, probably because it wasn't every day that you track a dark elf, especially during the night… She was of average build but didn't have fully toned muscles, perhaps, a mage? She had long thin white-blond hair, pale cream skin, and blazing green eyes. Her soft moss green clothes had many straps that held a great amount of offensive weapons such as wands, enchanted rocks, and daggers. Her falchion had gold inscriptions on the pommel and it looked older than she. Her partner was of bigger build than Drizzt but had a strong aging face. His skin was a sun tanned to a darker cream and had the occasional freckles with pixie length blond hair. His right arm had swirling tattoos that ran up its length. His tunic was the color of a dark spruce while his breeches resembled a green leaf. His scabbard encased a short sword with a red and gold handle. His bow was already drawn with a quiver. If he had any other weapons, they had to be hidden. His gray-blue eyes seemed as if he were an old man. His hands were steady and held his bow expertly while the younger female had probably never seen a war in her life. This might actually prove a rather difficult skirmish, "his spirit has settled. Let's capture him before he turns in for the night." Her skin started to shimmer. What special abilities did this maiden possess?

"You forget that this is a drow we are tracking." He said sternly but smoothly. "Their sight is better during the night then ours. We must remain wary. I've heard many tales about this weapon master. He was trained by freya Montolio as a ranger. He fought at the Drow Battle of Mithril Hall as well as countless other battles."

Drizzt respected the old one for his intelligence and knowledge but alas he was not the sharpest knife. He walked right into Drizzt's globe of darkness like a fish does a fisherman's hook. Drizzt leaped immediately from the tree using the advantages of his elfin balance matched with his magical bracers to get to his first adversary. Somehow the old one replaced his bow for his sword in the brief seconds it took for Drizzt to disarm the she-elf. He swung his blade blindly. Drizzt struck at him with much more speed and accuracy than the poor elf could muster. The elf was instantly disarmed and Drizzt hit his head with the pommel of Icingdeath to knock him unconscious. The female on the other hand was, surprisingly, more tricky. She was using magic to vanish the globe of darkness. As the runes on her arms began to illuminate magic she began chanting. Magic was not Drizzt's fort'e. A few twists and turns of his beautifully crafted scimitars and the skirmish ended and she was unconscious as well. They could track, but he was disappointed with the older elf. Every weapon master should be able to fight without their sight. Drizzt quickly bound their hands and feet and moved them to new location and waited for them to awake.

Drizzt longed to fight someone other than Catti-Brie. She always had strong thrust of her sword but he could always defeat her easily. And besides, she was getting old and had children with their mighty friend Wulfgar. She couldn't make time for him. He couldn't fight with the going-good assassin, Artemis Entreri, anymore either. He died in an event that involved Drizzt. He didn't want to think about that, though. He was growing weary of never having a challenge in his warrior abilities. He wanted to prove, yet again, that not all drow were like his kin from the merciless drow city Menzoberranzan.

Authors Note: For the next chapter, there will be a lot of the elven language used. So, I will have the translations down here and, perhaps, within the story. -K. Jeynkins


Pronunciation Guide:

Drizzt: driss-t (driss is pronounced like kiss)

Areleyn – air-uh- lin (lin is pronounced like in)

Alana – uh-law-nuh

Wyvellya Foryal – wi-vell-yuh for-ee-ell (vell is pronounced like yell)

Aalya – all-yuh

Galion – gah-lee-un

Catti-Brie – catty-bree

Artemis Entreri – en-tr-air-ree


The Elven Language (Avlyn):

Avlyn – unity; the universal elfin language

Freya - elf-friend

Ada - usually meaning "father" but sometimes papa; daddy; dad

Wyvellya Foryal – The Weeping Forest

Aalya – The mystical elfin "heaven" where the gods were created and live. Literal translation from Avlyn is Heaven