Authors Note: Sorry I haven't updated in a while...I really appreciate the people who have read what I've written so far. Here's the next chapter... Happy Readings! - K. Jeynkins

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The tall muscular one with wise blue eyes and spiky blond hair that was starting to show his age awoke first. He jumped when he saw Drizzt then nudged his companion awake with his elbow. "You are a magnificent warrior, friend. No one has managed to surprise us for many a year. My name is Elyior and this is my daughter, Aaliyah." He pointed to the blond petite she-elf which was alert as he.

"Where did you learn to fight, freya?" She snipped with an expression of pure awe.

She reminded him of a rattlesnake, very brash and sudden. They were relatively calm and respectful creatures but when angered were fierce and powerful. He'd have to watch this one. He still had no idea what tricks she had pulled up her sleeves.

Drizzt smiled and ignored her question. "My name is Drizzt Do'Urden, which I assume you already know since you've been tracking me. May I ask why?"

"We were sent by Lord Elrond of Rivendell to escort you to a council meeting by any means necessary, preferably unscathed."

That's interesting. The elves bothered him as much as he did them. They never spoke. Why would they contact him now? "Do you know why I was summoned?"

The two exchanged looks then the she-elf responded, "You are to help save people's lives. That is all I am at liberty to say at this time. Although, I believe the council will explain further when you arrive. You will need us to guide you in. Our city is fiercely protected from outsiders."

"I will not doubt you. Though why should i trust a few elven trackers. What proof do you have that proves you mean no harm towards me?"

"You're going to have to trust us. But by our word, we pledge to not harm you as long as you heed our request to escort you to Rivendell," replied the sagacious elf.

Drizzt paused to think it over. They both were looking at him sincerely, he believed what they was true. Best to be on his guard. "Very, well."Drizzt smoothly pulled out a dagger from his boot and began to cut their bonds. "Your weapons are over there." He pointed to a hollow log beneath a tall pine.

"What kind of knot is this? I do not recognize its workings," said Aaliyah handling the rope that Drizzt had just unbound. "Did you learn this in your elf city?"

Drizzt muttered, "Yes." He didn't mention that this particular knot was his favorite because his father taught him its designs and told him it was the best to hold prisoners and hostages because they never escaped from it. He always wondered why he told him that… Drizzt finished, replaced his dagger and slowly stood.

"Well I suggest that we be off. The night is young and there is a long journey ahead of us," Elyior smiled stretching toward the starry sky. Aaliyah just closed her eyes and muttered some prayer to Corellon Larethian, the elfin god of magic, and retrieved their weapons from the hollow wood where Drizzt had hidden them while they were unconscious.

She then sheathed her falchion and looked straight at Drizzt in warning, "Keep your eyes open, drow. There are many beings in this forest that may wish to harm you," she said with an assured voice. "Let us run like our ancestors past." The two suddenly started to run deep within the old forest, Drizzt followed close behind them. He was curious of the whereabouts of the wood elves. Drizzt had wandered all around The Weeping Forest and never found them. Not one glimpse, until now. How curious that that they only contacted him when they needed his help.

After running all night and day, Elyior stopped with a wave of his hand and motioned toward the small river in front of them. "The city is just across these currents. I suggest you hide your features within your cloak I glimpsed earlier. Our kind does not take kindly to dark elves walking amongst us. When we reach the house of Elrond, an elf named Galion will escort you to Elrond who will then explain why you're being summoned before The Council. Before we enter Rivendell, however, I must have your word that you will not repeat anything you see, hear, or experience while there. It is of the up-most importance that whatever happens there word doesn't spread. We take pride in our secrecy. Do I have your word?"

Drizzt sighed, "Yes…" He hated not knowing what would happen. It had gotten him into trouble countless times.

"I'm glad." He whispered something in Aaliyah's ear and she slid her way through the forest in a different direction. "She goes on another mission for the elves. I cannot help her in the ways of magic. I have grown attached to hand to hand combat." He grinned. "Let us cross the infamous Stream of Careyn." He started to cross the shallow river while Drizzt cloaked his features from the world and followed close behind him on his heels.

Upon reaching the edge of its shallow waters, the two heard the creaking of many bows being drawn. Instantly on his guard, Elyior stepped in front of Drizzt, who instantly drew his slim scimitars. A slim elfin figure appeared in front of them. He was adorned in earthy colors that were so common among wood-elves. He had long bronze hair with penetrating brown orbs. He had only his quiver of arrows and bow strung on his back. He held his hands out to show he was friendly and harmless. One new better…elves were deadly when they wanted to be.

"Alythea, freyas. Maya milanis un mayunthe lor lacathyia eva glacian celai?(Greetings, friends. May I ask who you are and why you should be admitted into our glorious city?)" He asked serenely looking from the cheery elf to the cloaked figure behind him.

Elyior instantly responded, "Emla Elyior Silveem (My name is Elyior Silveem)," The bronze-haired elf's eyes widened at the mention of Elyiors name, "Tay eve mi freya, Zarjain, embalye fy tela celai-" (This is my friend Zarjain, Embassador from the Silv-)

"You may enter freyas," He interrupted. "Elrond is expecting you. Be there swift, for eyes will no doubt bore your backs." As he motioned them behind him each bow was quickly put away and the elves made way for the travelers to enter the city.

Translations from Avlyn:

Alythea, freyas. Maya milanis un mayunthe lor lacathyia eva glacian celai? – Greetings, friends. May I ask who you are and why you should be admitted into our glorious city?

Emla Elyior Silveem – I am Elyior Silveem

"Tay eve mi freya, Zarjain, embalye fy tela celai-" This is my friend Zarjain, Embassador from the Silv-

Avlyn – unity; the universal elfin language

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

Wyvellya Foryal – The Weeping Forest

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

Pronunciation Guide

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

Elyior – ell-ee-or

Aaliyah – uh-lee-uh

Zarjain – zar-shin (zaris ponouned like far)

Streams of Careyn – care-een