E-Wing's Fanfic Stories

[E-Wing]

Chapter 3
Later, there’s a knock at the door and Talyah finds Tikel and Malatika there. They walks in and Talyah closes the door.
“The news traveled faster than I thought. Matron Malice is demanding to see both you and Maka by the time Narbondel’s light reaches the top,” Tikel said. “Which is why we’re leaving tonight.”
Talyah starts packing a large pack with what things she has. At long last, she picks up her small pouch and puts it into the bag.
“You told Maka, right?”
“Yes, but I guess he’s not leaving. He told me that he believes you’re not; I swear.”
“He know I’m leaving.”
Talyah leaves her chamber; leaving the priestess and wizard in the chamber. She waits until Narbondel’s light is almost gone until lowering herself from the balcony. She makes her way to the entrance she walks into all those years ago. Tikel and Malatika walks up next to Talyah.
“I’m sorry about your brother not wanting to leave the city. It’s a nasty place; Menzoberranzan,” Malatika said.
“It’s his choice whether he wants to stay or not. I can’t force him to leave.”

As the trio leaves Menzoberranzan, Zak returns with a patrol with more bad news. He joins Drizzt and Yanyar in their private conference room.
“No signs of Maka or Talyah. It may be possible that they’ve been kidnapped and taken to Menzoberranzan.”
Yanyar looks over to Drizzt, worried more now than ever that Malice has taken her children. Drizzt nods and Zak leaves.
“Don’t worry. They’ll come home,” he says.
“You know as well as I do the dangers of the city.”
“But what of the last count of the drow army? Has that told you nothing? We need to trust that some one will help them escape.”
“But that doesn’t mean that Malice…”
“It may not have been Malice. There are more ambitious drow in Menzoberranzan than her.”

Walking through the Underdark, Talyah hears Malatika humming.
“What’s that you’re humming?”
“A song. You want to hear it?”
“Sure.”
“It’s all the same, only the names change. Everyday it seems we’re wasting away. Another place where the faces are so cold. I’d drive all night just to get back home. I’m a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride; wanted dead or alive. I’m a cowboy, wanted dead or alive. Some times I sleep, some times it’s not for days. And the people I meet always go their separate ways. Some times you tell the day by the bottle you drink. And times when you’re alone, all you do is think. I’m a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride, wanted dead or alive. I’m a cowboy, wanted dead or alive.
“I walk these streets, a loaded six string on my back. I play for keeps, ‘cause I might not make it back. I been everywhere, and I’m standing tall. I’ve seen a million faces, and I’ve rocked them all. I’m a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride; wanted dead or alive. I’m a cowboy, I got the night on my side. I’m a cowboy, wanted dead or alive.”
Talyah lets the song sink in before saying anything. “I like it. Though it reminds me of what you two did for me.”
“I just hope your brother has enough smarts to get out of there before Malice sends for him and Algera,” Tikel says.
Talyah looks back the way they came, hoping to hear her brother. She looks back and follows Tikel and Malatika through the tunnels, losing hope with each step that she’ll never see her brother again.

Maka watches Tikel and Malatika leave the balcony some minutes after Talyah. He knew that separating himself from his sister could mean that they’ll never see each other again, but he feels he belongs here in Menzoberranzan. Algera comes up on a floating disk.
“We’ve been summoned to House Do’Urden.”
Knowing that returning to Faen Tlabbar may be his only chance of escaping, Maka makes sure he has everything and follows the floating disk to House Do’Urden. Walking into the anteroom, Maka finds Malice sitting on the throne with Briza, Maya, Verna, Tamorin, Dinin, and the current patron standing by. Algera and Maka show respect as Malice stands and inspects Maka.
“You’re quite the fighter,” she says. “Surpassing Tamorin in Melee-Magtherie. Perhaps you could give us a demonstration.”
Maka looks at Algera, who speaks up. “Perhaps another time, Matron Malice.”
“I just want to see something. Where’s your brother, Talyah?”
“He was indisposed when we were summoned,” Maka spoke up. The gathered all look at him. “Matron Malice.”
“Very well. Then you will face Tamorin.”
Tamorin draws his sword and Maka stands as he is, hands going no where near his scimitars.
“Fight, Faen Tlabbar.”
“I’m not going to fight you just to prove how good I am.”
Malice stares at Maka, some how recognizing Drizzt and Yanyar in his attitude. Walking back to House Faen Tlabbar, Maka waits until Algera’s out of sight before heading for the entrance he used to come into the city; hoping to catch up to the others.

Stopping for a while, the Talyah feels the difference in the weight of the air.
“Do you two feel that?”
“Feel what?”
“The weight difference. We’re not that far from the cave.”
“You may feel it since you’ve become accustomed to it. For now, we rest and hope your brother catches up,” Tikel said. Talyah sighs and pulls out White Feather’s figurine, wanting to call him forth. It’s been a few days since then, but she doesn’t want the other two to know. They rest a few days from the cave to give Maka time to catch up to them. Talyah stands watch as Maka rounds the corner. Though a bit bruised from a fight with an Underdark creature, he’s fine. Talyah lightly runs up to him and hugs him, glad to see him.
“Ready to go home,” she asks.
“Am I ever. After meeting Malice, I didn’t want to stay.”
At long last, the group emerges from the cave into the sunlight. Talyah and Maka’s eyes adjusted to the bright light a little faster than Tikel’s and Malatika’s eyes. Looking around, the priestess doesn’t recognize the land formations.
“This could be a challenge,” Tikel said, still looking around.
“Why do you say that,” Maka asks.
“I don’t recognize any of these land formations.”
“Well, I don’t want to stand here until you do,” Talyah said.
Talyah heads out from the cave and spots an unused house not far from the cave. Heading toward it, she notices that it was a human house. With foliage overgrowth, the house is now almost unrecognizable.
“Tikel, recognize this,” she calls out.
Tikel joins Talyah and the house jump outs out at her. “I do, actually.”
Tikel turns and heads off in the direction of Silverwaters. Maka and Malatika join Talyah before following Tikel.

In Silverwaters, Yanyar comes out of the bath and sees the ebony-skin turn into her Underdark pale white skin.
What’s going on, she wonders.
Dressing in her Do’Urden clothes, Yanyar makes her way to the throne room. She knows that those present will recognize her. Drizzt spots her and sees the fear in her eyes. He rushes to her side and takes her out so they can talk.
“What happened?”
“I was done with washing, and the ebony-skin turned into my Underdark pale skin.”
“If the twins ever find out…”
“I believe Lolth did this,” Yanyar said, cutting him off.
“Why?”
“Because the twins escaped from Menzoberranzan.”
“But why punish you?”
“I don’t know.”
Drizzt takes Yanyar into his arms, doing his best to comfort her.

Now with the house behind them, Tikel and Malatika find it difficult to adjust to being on the surface. Talyah and Maka take in the sights of being outside of the palace and the freedom from Menzoberranzan. Talyah taps Maka and starts running. He smiles and runs after her. Tikel and Malatika watches them, wondering what they are doing. At long last, they stop and catch their breath.
“What were you two doing,” Malatika asked, catching up.
“Playing a game. Come on, lets go home.”

[E-Wing]

Chapter 4
When the group stops for the night, Malatika starts up a fire. One of which the four gathered around. Talyah stands and walks away; pulling out White Feather’s figurine.
“White Feather,” she whispered, calling the wolf. The mist forms and White Feather forms from the mist. He looks up at Talyah and knows that she called him to watch over the group. He goes off, making a patrol. Talyah walks back to the fire and takes her spot. As they fall asleep, White Feather makes his way back to the fire and lays down next to Talyah. She puts a hand on him and pets him. Finally, Talyah sends White Feather back before falling asleep.

Yanyar starts packing a supply bag with Drizzt and the two panthers watching her. She knew what she had to do; face Lolth, the council, and the house that took her children.
“Can’t you wait until Talyah and Maka get back until we know which house took them,” Drizzt said, trying to talk some sense into his wife. Yanyar continues packing the bag, acting like she didn’t hear him. Drizzt gets up from the seat and stops her by pulling her from the bag.
“They’ll get back, trust me.”
“I know they will.”
Drizzt sees a silent tear roll down Yanyar’s cheek. He takes a hand and with one bent finger, he wipes it away. Yanyar throws herself, against Drizzt, who holds her. With this happening to her, Drizzt knows that she needs more support now than ever. Drizzt pulls away, still holding Yanyar by her shoulders.
“The twin will get back safe and sound.”

Talyah and Maka walk into Silverwaters with Tikel and Malatika behind them. Walking through the town, the townspeople greet them like they’ve never left. Tikel and Malatika look in awe how the twins are welcomed as they make their way to the palace. Walking up to the palace doors, the guards open the doors, allowing them to enter. Now inside the palace, the twins head for the throne room, knowing that their parents will be there.
Talyah’s the first one to walk in and sees a human sitting on her mother’s throne. Maka walks in next to his sister and sees the same thing. They look to their father, who has gotten up from his throne to greet his children and the two who had helped them escape Menzoberranzan.
“Father, who is that,” Talyah questioned, wanting to know who’s sitting in her mother’s throne. Drizzt motions the small group to follow him as Yanyar stands and crosses to them. They walks into the private conference room and Drizzt closes the door before explaining.
“She’s your mother.”
“That’s not mother. Mother’s…” Maka trails off.
“I am your mother.”
“It can’t be.”
“Would you like to hear a tale of lore that lore master Hatch’net told your father and myself,” Yanyar asked, providing some proof. “I’m sure you remember the one he told you about the drow and how they came to live in the Underdark,” Yanyar said.
The twins finally realize that the woman standing before them is their mother. The family greets each other with Tikel and Malatika watching. Yanyar turns her attention to the now renegade Faen Tlabbar nobles.
“Thank you for help Talyah and Maka. May I ask your names?”
“I’m Tikel, priestess of House Faen Tlabbar; and this is Malatika…”
“Former wizard of House Faen Tlabbar,” he says, adding the former that Tikel forgot to mention.
“You two are welcomed to stay here in Silverwaters,” Drizzt said.
“Thank you.”
Drizzt called for some one to take Tikel and Malatika to their chambers as the twins turn to tell their parents what happen. Hours later, Yanyar puts hers pack on and makes her way to the main gate. Now armed with the knowledge that Alger had told Tikel and Malatika to kidnap her children by instruction of Lolth. With Talyah and Maka in the training hall with Zaknafein, Yanyar knows that they won’t find out about her leaving until the next morning. The only thing she has retained from her transformation back to human is the drow eyes. Drizzt watches Yanyar leave Silverwaters, praying to whatever goodly god that was listening to watch over her. With Yanyar dressed in her noble Do’Urden garb, they both hope that House Do’Urden will accept her back after all these long years. Finding the house she lived in for the first five years of her life, Yanyar knows that it’s only a matter of time before the land completely claims the house. She walks into the cave; knowing the way through the Underdark to Menzoberranzan.

That night, Drizzt finds Malatika standing on a balcony overlooking the land that houses the Underdark cave. He knows that the young drow has began to be attracted to Talyah; but he allows him to tell in his own time.
“I’m attracted to your daughter,” Malatika said, coming out with it. “I believe it’s due to the years I’ve known her in Menzoberranzan.”
Drizzt stands there, some how knowing that the drow wizard would tell him. He stays silent, allowing Malatika to continue.
“She truly is skilled with the blade.” Malatika looks at Drizzt. “I don’t think I’ve met some one so skilled until I’ve arrived here.” Drizzt looks at Malatika and puts a hand on his shoulder.
“You’re a good drow, Malatika.”
The wizard smiles and leaves the balcony. He makes his way to the training hall to find Talyah and Maka sparring against one another. He sighs and starts to walk away when Maka notices him.
“Malatika, come on in.” The wizard walks into the hall and faces Talyah, wanting to tell her that he loves her.
“Malatika, what is it,” she asks.
“I love you,” he said quickly. Talyah and Maka look at each other, wondering if the other heard what they thought he said.
“Did you just say that you love her,” Maka asked.
“I did.”
Maka looks at Talyah than back to Malatika, unsure of what to say or do. There’s a few silent tense moments until Talyah breaks it.
“Why didn’t you come forward with it before?”
“I wasn’t sure of my feelings until now.”
Any bet dad talked to him, Maka signed to Talyah.
So? There’s nothing wrong with that.
Maka took Talyah aside so he could talk to her privately.
“He’s from Menzoberranzan.”
“So was our father, and look where we are. Will you stop worrying about me?”
“I’m your brother, I’m suppose to watch out for you.”
“And look what he and Tikel did for us. No normal Menzoberranzyr would have done that for us.”
Talyah walks away from Maka and joins Malatika; and they leave the training hall, leaving Maka. They walk through the corridors, talking about what they’ve been through.
“So, you’ve trained with Zaknafein until Tikel and I took you?”
“Yes. Maka and I also were trained by the mages in their different elements.”
“I’m the second born male in Faen Tlabbar. I guess I didn’t believe in the ways of the drow; following Lolth. I guess I was waiting for you and your brother to help me escape the prison.”
Tikel spots the two walking in her direction. She was heading for the training hall where she believed Maka would be. Talyah and Malatika stop when they see the formal priestess.
“Where are you two going,” she asked.
“Walking and talking,” Talyah answered, showing that she didn’t respect the priestess. Tikel looks over at Malatika, wondering why they are talking together.

[E-Wing]

This chapter contains my younger sister's poem with edits.
Chapter 5
Yanyar walks through the Underdark and arrives at Menzoberranzan. She easily finds House Faen Tlabbar and easily enters the house. Walking through the house, she makes her way to the anteroom; knowing that she will find Matron Algera there. The slaves and servants look questioning at her until she brings out and attaches her Do’Urden symbol to her cloak. At that point, they go back to what they were doing. In the anteroom, she finds Algera sitting on her throne.
“Yanyar Do’Urden, welcome…”
“Don’t flatter yourself with pleasantries, Matron Algera. What led you to steal my children from their beds?”
“Our goddess…”
“Lolth is not my goddess. She never was my goddess..”
“The twins were to learn of where their parents came from. The council knew of it.”
Yanyar stares at Algera before storming out of the anteroom and the house. She storms right to House Baenre where Malice and Matron Baenre are speaking. She doesn’t care if she’s interrupting a conversation; she has more important things on her mind.
“You knew of your d**n goddess’ plan to steal my children,” she yelled at the two matrons. She didn’t care if this was suicide; but she had to take rightful vengeance on them the two matrons turn to face her.
“Yanyar, you are still alive,” Malice said.
“Yes, we knew,” Baenre said, ignoring Malice and answering Yanyar. Out of all the Do’Urdens, Baenre respected Yanyar the most. Not because she’s as skilled Drizzt or Zaknafein, but because she is the only colnbluth, non-drow, that has survived life in Menzoberranzan.
“And yet you still allowed House Faen Tlabbar to steal my children from their bed and put them through twelve years of prison here,” Yanyar said.
Malice walks to Yanyar and stands right in front of her. They star at each other for several moments before Malice steps away; the first time a matron has looked away from any one.
“Yanyar,” Baenre said. “Until you find out why your children were taken, you will stay here in my house.”
Yanyar is shocked at Baenre’s off. Which means that I will have to adjust back to my old life, Yanyar thought. “Thank you, Matron Baenre.” Yanyar bows her head to the matron.
“I will have the house symbol made for you, but you will be allowed to keep House Do’Urden’s.”
Yanyar is led to her chamber by another noble. Thou she has renounced the ways of the drow, Yanyar was accepted back by Baenre. In her chamber, she knew that she will have to summon Lolth and question her. During her schooling, Yanyar had spied on a summoning a small group of priestesses were doing. Now, she makes her way to the chapel and finds it empty. Just what I wanted. Yanyar starts to create a summoning circle so she can summon Lolth. Yanyar had learned the circle from a visiting mage from a distance place of the Realms.
Yanyar finishes the circle and gets ready to summon Lolth; knowing that she will be safe in the chapel and the boundary of the circle will keep Lolth and her powers inside the circle. She begins the summoning spell; and by the end, Lolth appears.
“Why have you summoned me,” the spider queen demands, thinking that a drow priestess summoned her.
“I summoned you to ask you why you had told the fourth house of Menzoberranzan to steal my children,” Yanyar said, ignoring Lolth’s attitude. “And why you have punished me by taking the gift you have given me.”
Lolth finally looks at Yanyar to recognize her. “Blessed one…”
“Answer the questions,” Yanyar yelled, demanding it.
“All drow should learn of their people’s past.”
“They are my children. And I will raise them as I will.”
“You are not punished for what your children did, nor the two nobles of Faen Tlabbar.”
“Then who took the gift?” Yanyar knows not to push the goddess too far because she knows as soon as she releases her, Lolth will take punishment out on her.
“Release me and I will grant you the gift that was taken from you, for it was not I that took it from you.” Yanyar releases Lolth, who goes back to the Abyss. She knows not to trust that she will ever regain the gift. She heads back to her chamber and lights a few candles she took and finds that her pale skin changing back to ebony. On a piece of parchment, she finds a message to give to the council.

That night, Yanyar follows Baenre to the council chamber with the parchment. She walks in soon after the eight matrons are seated.
“Yanyar, you know these meetings…”
“I know. I hold in my hand,” she holds up the parchment. “A message from your goddess. She knows one of you robbed me the gift she gave me. She will not only punish each and every one of you, not only your respected houses, but all of Menzoberranzan until the one who stole it comes forward.”
Yanyar tosses the parchment onto the table and leaves the council chamber. She heads right out of Menzoberranzan into the Underdark.
“So forceful with hands of chaos, I close my eyes and pray. With every stride I take, my body is screaming inside. And you still don’t see the chaos you cause. Now I’ve seen what you really are, and I don’t want any part of your world. My emotions still remain tormented,” Yanyar said. She knew that was true, but the only ones that would know that will be the drow army and Drizzt. Then she hears the sound of a marching army behind her. Too soft to be that of the drow’s Underdark enemy or any of the surface armies. Quickly, she finds a place to hide as the drow army passes by. As they do, Yanyar figures out that they are following her back to Silverwaters. Looking behind her, Yanyar finds another passage way. By taking the new corridor, Yanyar manages to reach the surface two days before the army. Taking off from the cave, Yanyar reaches Silverwaters to raise her own army.

“Yanyar, you don’t know who did that,” Drizzt said as she is putting her armor on.
“I know it was one of the eight houses on the council.”
Drizzt sighs. “I don’t want you to fight.”
“Too late, Drizzt. I didn’t start this war, but I’m going to end it.”
Yanyar puts on her shoulder armor, puts on her belt that holds her scimitars and leaves the armory. Outside, she finds Zaknafein waiting for her.
“The army’s waiting. And there’s been no sign of the Menzoberranzan army.”
“I got to the surface maybe two days before they did.”
They head toward the entrances and the army. Yanyar knows that this is her first battle next to Zaknafein; who has numerous battles due to battles between the houses.
“Drizzt doesn’t want me to fight,” she told him.
“He means well.”

Two days later, the drow army appears on the horizon. They stop yards from the Silverwaters army. The humans start to feel uneasy about this; fighting the drow standing opposite them. Though the two drow forces are wearing different armor, they still sport the ebony skin. All of a sudden, the Silverwaters drow start jaunting and jeering at the invading drow. They know what to say and do to get the other drow going. The next thing the humans realize is the two forces running full charge at each other; clashing against each other. Both armies battle each other; Silverwaters to defend the city and home, Menzoberranzan to enact revenge against the renegade drow that had left in the past three decades.
Hours go by as the two armies battle and lost countless lives. The priestesses from Menzoberranzan throw spell after spell at Silverwaters. Yanyar cuts down priestess after priestess before striking down a high priestess in the middle of spell casting. She knew without the other priestesses, the matrons will have to start casting their spells; leaving them venerable. The battle goes well into the night, and both sides are starting to tire. At long last, one of the many Baenres call for Menzoberranzan to stop their fighting. The fighting dwindles down to where both sides stand where they are, drow from both sides lay dead or dying with the men of Silverwaters among them. Yanyar faces Matron Baenre. Silverwaters lost a third of its forces compared to the Menzoberranzan force which has been cut in half. Baenre steps forward.
“I have taken the Lolth gift and instructed Matron Algera to take your children. I see now that Lolth has indeed blessed you and your city.”
“You and your force must leave now,” Yanyar demanded. “Let your goddess deal with you. And may you suffer greatly at the hands of a yohcohl.”
The Menzoberranzan force gathers and marches back to their city, beaten and bruised. The surviving Silverwaters men trudge back to the city, saving burying the dead until tomorrow. Yanyar walks back among the drow, showing that what they did was the right thing.
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Drizzt watches the battle, praying that Yanyar will not be injured by sword or spell. By night, the two forces separate and return to their respected cities. He turns from the window to go meet Yanyar. She walks in with the drow, bruised but unharmed. Everyone’s tired and battle beaten from the battle, but glad that their city remains safe. Drizzt takes Yanyar into his arms, hugging her, grateful that she’s alive. She pulls away from him and heads for the armory to take her armor off before washing up. When Yanyar finished washing up, she sits down on the bed, and soon falls asleep. Drizzt walks in with Twilight to see Yanyar and Midnight sleeping. He allows her to sleep, knowing that she needs it.
The Menzoberranzan force returns to the Underdark, defeated. Now the matron mothers know not to attack Silverwaters; even when one of the rulers is blessed by Lolth.

[E-Wing]

Chapter 6
The next day, Yanyar wakes to find that she slept for half the day. She gets up and dressed in her drow garb before leaving for the throne room. Walking through the corridors, Yanyar finds Tikel and Talyah yelling at each other.
“Stay away from Malatika,” Tikel yelled.
“No, you don’t dictate what I do in my home.”
“Malatika is my, responsibility.”
“Malatika is responsible for himself, not your. If you don’t like it, go back to your darn city.”
Talyah takes a step to the side to walk around the former high priestess. Tikel puts an arm up in front of her; stopping here.
“Go pull the legs off a spider,” Talyah shot back, knowing that this priestess still worships Lolth. She pushes the arm out of her way and continues on her way. Yanyar walks up to Tikel.
“Your daughter’s very stubborn,” Tikel said.
“She knows how to react to drow who have come from any of the drow cities. She can take care of herself.”
Yanyar walks away, still heading for the throne room. Dressed with bruises from the battle, she walks into the throne room to the warm welcome of the battle. After what she had done the previous day, the court knows that she did that to lead the army to show that they should not fear any army that comes knocking. Yanyar takes her throne with a smile on her face. The real victory goes to the army that she led. She stands and raises a hand, silencing those gathered.
“This day does not belong to me. It belongs to the army that followed me. This victory belongs to them. Let us now show that any army that comes in hopes to take Silverwaters to expect a battle to end all of their battles.”
The throne room goes up in an uproar as the gathered applaud and cheer Yanyar’s speech. Yanyar sits down as Talyah, Malatika, Tikel, and Maka walks into the throne room.
“Mother,” Talyah said. “We wish to travel. All of us.”
“Then travel. You don’t need my permission to do so. Have supply packs made for you.”
The group leaves and heads for the kitchens to have four packs made for them. Drizzt looks over at Yanyar, who looks back and signs, it’s their choice to travel.

A few hours later, the group leaves Silverwaters to travel the land. Now that the threat from Menzoberranzan has been taken care of, Talyah and Maka can take time and enjoy what they can. Walking through the land, Maka spots something moving off in the distance.
“Something’s coming in our direction,” he said, bringing the others attention to it.
“Too big for a horse or cattle.”
“It’s a dragon,” Tikel said.
“A dragon. Looks like a white dragon; the rarest of all the dragons; and the most peaceful.”
Tikel starts walking again when the when the white dragon lands in front of the group. There’s a few tense moments as they look at each other. When the white dragon recognizes the features of the drow, it knows that they came from Silverwaters and not from Menzoberranzan. It lowers its head, bowing.
“Word had traveled far and wide about the Silverwaters drow. Tell me, how many years has it been?”
“Just about three decades,” Talyah replied.
“Thirty years. Well then, I guess that introductions are in order for us. I’m Aubrey.”
“I’m Talyah. And this is my twin brother Maka, and our friends, Tikel and Malatika.”
Soon, Aubrey joins the drow group, telling them about his family and homeland. They enjoy the company of the others. At night fall, Aubrey helps get the fire started as the drow set up camp. Talyah pulls out White Feather’s figurine and calls forth the white wolf. To the others, it’s amazement how a white wolf is formed for the mist that came from the figurine.
“This is White Feather.”
Malatika looks from the wolf to Talyah than back to the wolf.
“So, the figurine you…”
“Yeah.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“And have the whole of Menzoberranzan trying to kill me? I don’t think so.”
White Feather looks at Aubrey and recognizes that the dragon is the rare white dragon. Feather bowed to the dragon. Aubrey bows back. Soon, everyone’s sleeping with Feather and Aubrey sleeping nearby. Talyah wakes to find the fire had died down. Getting up, she goes off to find more fire wood. She gathers a few fallen branches and starts dragging them back to camp. Once the fire is started again, Talyah takes watch until the pre-dawn light when Aubrey wakes.
“Talyah, how long have you been up?”
“Half the night.”
The others slowly wake as Talyah yawns. They pack up and start off again. Talyah stumbles from the lack of sleep, and Aubrey allows her to mount him. It’s been a couple of days since the battle out side of Silverwaters, and all four of them have been changed by it. It showed that what they did had consequences; but Lolth had blessed Yanyar and Silverwaters, not the matrons of Menzoberranzan and those that were in the battle. After a few hours, Talyah wakes and sits up on Aubrey. As the group continues their walk across the land, enjoying the company of White Feather when he can come from his home in the Astral Plane and Aubrey, they find that they are attracted to the other gender. Stopping in a town for supplies, the four pair off and head off. Maka and Tikel; Talyah and Malatika.
“Talyah, I want to ask you something,” Malatika said as they look over some fruit.
“What?”
“Will you marry me?”
Talyah almost dropped the fruit she was holding. She looks over at Malatika, who looks anxiously at her, waiting for her answers.
“Of course.”
Malatika smiles as they finish gathering the food supplies and meet the other two where Aubrey was waiting for them.
“Got everything you need,” the dragon asks.
“Yes. Lets get going.”
Shouldering their packs after packing their supplies, they head off from the town.

As they travel, days turn into weeks, weeks into months; until the months turn into a year. Talyah and Maka sit together in front of a fire while eating lunch. Aubrey’s out scanning the land before they break camp.
“What do you think our parents are doing?”
“I don’t know. Probably wondering what we’re doing.”
Aubrey comes back with Tikel and Malatika, who were doing the ground search. He lands and the smell of fresh eaten cow is on his breath. Maka looks up at the smell.
“A dragon’s got to eat.”
“Everything’s clear. We can break camp,” Tikel said.
“Why don’t we head back to Silverwaters and take the Dwarf trading routes? It’s the peak of the trading season,” Talyah said. “Besides, we should see if we can’t strengthen our ties with them.”
“You’re allies with the Dwarves,” Tikel asked.
“Yeah, come on. It’ll take us a year to get back; and the Dwarves would love to hear about the battle.”
Before they could break camp, a small group of bandits come upon them. Immediately, Talyah calls White Feather forth and draws her scimitars before the first bandit could take ten steps toward her. In a flash of a scimitar, he gets cut down. In minutes, the bandits are cut down and the group break camp and leaves.
Two days later, they arrive on the trade rout from Mithrill Hall to Silverwaters. Lucky for them, a caravan is on its way. One of those in the caravan recognizes Talyah and Maka and stops.
“Milady Talyah, My Lord Maka; what brings you out this far?”
“Traveling. This is Tikel, Makatika, and Aubrey,” Talyah said.
“Tis an honor to meet ye,. The dwarf bows to them.
“May we travel with your caravan to Silverwaters?”
“Of course.”
Traveling with the dwarf caravan, the four drow tell them about the battle like it just happened minutes ago. That night, Talyah and Malatika join the dwarves in a drinking game where the last one standing wins. Malatika looks over at Talyah, who’s taking in mug after mug of ale, confused about the whole bit.
“What’s going on,” Maka asked.
“Tis a drinking game,” a dwarf said.
“Last one standing wins,” Talyah said before downing her fifth mug.
Malatika takes a mug as Maka looks disgusted at them. This goes on as one by one, dwarves begin dropping. At the end, only Talyah and one dwarf remain; Malatika stepping out before becoming too drunk. Mug by mug, the dwarf becomes more drunk. At last, he falls back, too drunk to stand.
“Winner, and still champion, Talyah Do’Urden!”
A cheer goes up from the dwarves who didn’t participate in the game. As Talyah goes off to find a private place to relieve herself, Malatika calls a dwarf over.
“How did Talyah become the drinking champion?”
“Every year, Drizzt and Yanyar have a celebration; just a think where the neighboring kingdoms come together and celebrate the alliance. Talyah and Maka were invited to join in the drinking game when the first celebration was going on. That was, ‘bout when they were twelve. Ever since them ‘cept for ‘bout eleven years, Talyah was the champion.”
Fire ambers still burn red hot in the darkness of the night. A few dwarves have taken up watch for the night while the others get what sleep they can. At first light, Aubrey wakes and heads out to find something to eat. When he gets back, he finds the caravan putting the last of the cam items in the wagons. The drow shoulder their packs and patiently wait for the dwarves to finish up.

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Chapter 7
Within the year, the caravan reaches Silverwaters. The dwarves open their trading to those who wish to as the four drow walk into the city proper and then the palace. They are greeted by everyone, quite happy to see them. By the time they reach the throne room, Drizzt and Yanyar were already waiting for them.
“Welcome back. Who’s the dragon,” Drizzt said.
“Aubrey; white dragon,” Malatika answered.
“From the north?”
“So he says.”
Drizzt and Yanyar look at each other; knowing that with the arrival of the white dragon, things could turn for the worse.
“Mother, father, what is it?”
“It was said that with the arrival of a white dragon, things could turn for the worse.
“But that prophecy’s over a thousand years old. We don’t know if Aubrey’s the white dragon.”
Drizzt sighs, knowing he won’t win this argument.
“Alright. But I will have the mages and wizards watch over Aubrey for precautions.”
The four drow accept that and leave the throne room, heading off. Talyah and Malatika head off, Tikel goes off to inform the wizards and mages of what they are to do, and Maka heads outside. He walks among the dwarves, thinking how his sister’s relationship with Malatika would affect things in the future. He knows that Malatika and Tikel came from Menzoberranzan, in fact the entire drow part of the Silverwaters arm is made up of drow from Menzoberranzan and the other drow cities; but how will this affect not only her claim to the throne, but his? Maka has always been looking out for his sister; but now that they are older, she can fend for herself. In his thoughts, Maka actually walks right out of the city. Looking around, he spots a pack of wargs stalking him. Putting up a globe of darkness around him, Maka races back to Silverwaters to warn the guards of the wargs.
At this time of year, wargs don’t even come this close to Silverwaters. The guards at the gates close them behind Maka as his globe of darkness spell dissipates. The dwarves finish up their current trade and load up their wagons until the danger has past. With the appearance of the wargs outside Silverwaters and Aubrey being the rare white dragon; this could bring dangers to not only Silverwaters, but the rest of the realms.

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Here's the 3rd.

Chapter 1 Part 1
Climbing into her favorite tree barefoot after her graduation party, Kristen lays on a branch and sighs; enjoying the evening air as the sun sets. Kristen closes her eyes, thinking of some far distant fantasy land…

Waking, Kristen finds herself in the branches of a tree much like her own in Rivendel. Having read the books, but some how not being able to recall any of it, Kristen climbs down with the bark scratching at her. Reaching the ground, she spots an Elf looking at her from a distance. Looking away, Kristen leaves the tree, hoping to remember where she is.
She finds a group of Elves by the river discussing how to take the fish from the river without getting wet. Looking around, Kristen grabs a fallen stick, and while they’re still talking, takes a piece of leather and manages to dig up a worm for bait. When the Elves look at her, they find her fishing peacefully.
“Excuse me, but what is that,” one asks.
“A fishing pole. Something to get the fish from the river; without getting wet.”
“Could you possibly make more?”
“It’s not that hard,” Kristen says, taking the leather from the river and gives the make-shift fishing pole and gives it to the Elves. “Take mine and use it as an example.”
“Thank you, Milady.”
The elves walk away with the make-shift fishing pole.
“And there goes possibly the greatest invention of all Middle-Earth. Point one to the Elves.”
Kristen sighs and heads for the cover of the buildings. Finding the library, Kristen looks for books to help on the basics of Elvish. Spending the day there, she lays her head down and falls asleep.

Waking the next morning, Kristen finds herself in one of the softest bed she’s been in. Sitting up, she looks around to find herself in one of the guest chambers. She drags herself out of bed and walks out onto the balcony over looking the valley, seeing the break taking view. Going back into her chamber, she sees the style of it and realizes she’s not dreaming. At the wardrobe, Kristen finds nothing but simple Rivendel dresses. Diving into the back, she finds an archer’s outfit with the accessories. Pulling it out with the footwear from the wardrobe. She turns and finds the same Elf by the door.
“Who are you,” she asks.
“Elrohir, so of Lord Elrond. And you, Milady?”
“Kristen.”
Elrohir sees the archer outfit in Kristen’s hand.
“Tell me, why do you have the archer’s outfit?”
“I’d rather wear this than a dress.”
“But you are…”
“I know what gender I am. I’m more comfortable wearing pants than a dress.”
“Very well. I’ll leave so you can change.”
Elorhir bows slightly before leaving the chamber as Kristen walks over to the wardrobe and puts the outfit on. A few minutes later, Kristen emerges from her chamber, wearing the outfit. Walking among the trees near the entrance with the sun shinning through the leaves and the wind blowing gently. Kristen walks into one of three Elves.
“Sorry,” she says in Elvish; one of the few words she learned the day before. “I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
“It’s my fault as well, Milady. We’re in some what of a dispute.”
“What is it? Perhaps I could provide some help.”
“It’s about you, actually. You see, my companions believe you’re a male; but I disagree and believe you’re a female. It’s how you’re dressed.”
“I am a female as you said.”
“Then why are you dressed in archer’s clothing?”
“I’m more comfortable in this than a dress.”
“Then you wish to be a male,” one of the companions said.
“I don’t wish that. It’s how I’ve been raised; be comfortable in what you wear.”
“You should become comfortable in a dress,” the other said.
“Perhaps you should get comfortable on the ground,” Kristen says, starting for the companion.
“I will not fight a gender confused woman.”
“Then fight an already lost battle.”
Kristen charges and does a jump-kick at her provoker; making contact and sending him backwards.
“Stop, please Milady. There is no need to fight,” the lead Elf says, stepping between Kristen and the other Elf.
“You’re saying that you would rather end this fight than let it solve itself?”
“I’m saying to you come and walk with me.”
Kristen looks at the two Elves before taking the lead Elf’s arm. He leads her to a secluded area under a tree similar to a willow.
“I feel like I’ve known you my whole life, milady.”
“But we just met. I don’t even know your name, my lord.”
“Please, don’t call me that.”
“Then what shall I call you?”
“Legolas, milady. What name are you known by?”
“Kristen.”
“Well, Lady Kristen, would you join me for dinner?”
“Of course.”
“Then I shall see you tonight.”
Legolas leans in and gives Kristen a kiss on the cheek before leaving the seclusion. Kristen leaves as well, knowing she needs to get ready within good time. Walking through the haven, she sees Elrohir talking with one of Legolas’ companions. Glaring at him, Kristen carries on. Getting to her chamber, she looks through the wardrobe to find something for the evening meal with Legolas. There’s a knock at the door. Abandoning her search for a moment to answer it, Kristen finds Arwen on the other side of the door when she opens it.
“Lady Arwen, what brings you here?”
“Legolas told me that he had asked you to evening meal with him.”
“He did,” Kristen says, turning back into the room.
“I came to offer to help you get ready.”
“You’re welcomed to if you wish.”
Arwen walks in and right over to the dresses.
“You do know who he is, right,” Arwen asks, going through the dresses.
“No, not really.”
“He’s the younger of two Mirkwood princes.”
“A…prince? He didn’t say that.”
“He didn’t tell me when we met years ago. He’ll warm up to you.”
“So, you two are…”
“No, we’re not betrothed. I love another.”
Kristen nods and leans up against the wardrobe. Having had taken off the archer’s shirt, Kristen’s still wearing her tank top. She’s being studied by Arwen; who’s trying to figure out why she would wear such clothes.
“If I may; why would you wear such garments?”
“Where I lived, it doesn’t matter who wears pants.”
“Both genders wear pants?”
“Unbelievable, I know.”
Arwen pulls out a blue dress and holds it up to Kristen, seeing how it would look on her.
“Try this on.”
Kristen takes the dress and heads into the bathroom. Coming out a few minutes later, she shows off to Arwen.
“It fits.”
“And surprisingly comfortable.”
“I won’t be surprised if Legolas opens up to you tonight.”
“Why am I getting hints that you’re trying to tell me something?”
“Kristen,” Arwen says, sitting on the bed. “I told you that Legolas is the younger of two Mirkwood princes. The thing is, his older brother has gone missing, and there has been no new of him for many weeks. Many believe he’s dead. Come.”
Arwen leads Kristen to a private hall where Legolas is already waiting. Once she walks in, Kristen hears the doors close. She feels her tomboy side starting to yell and scream, telling her to rip the dress off right there.
“You look beautiful,” Legolas says, walking over to her. She sees him wearing a blue-silver shirt with dark, forest green pants and brown boots. But all she really sees is his piercing blue eyes.
“Are we going to stand here or are we going to eat?”
Kristen shakes her head, coming out of her gaze before saying, “of course.”
He leads her over to the table and pulls out one of the chairs for her before sitting down himself.
“Legolas…”
He bangs a fist on the table and says, “I should be out there looking for my brother.”
“You believe he’s still alive?”
“Yes, and lost between here and Isengard. But my father believes he’s dead.”
“I’ll help you look for him.”
“You belong…”
“I’d rather be out in the world than be stuck in some haven waiting for death.”
“Why are you offering to help?”
“How many humans help you with something? Give me a few minutes to change and we’ll leave.”
Legolas waves her off. Kristen races from the hall, having knocked over her chair, through the haven, right into her chamber. Changing quickly into her archer’s clothing, Kristen races down to the stables to find Legolas already there. Spotting a horse, Kristen picks up the saddle and puts it on. Having had riding lessons, Kristen knows how to put all the riding equipment on the horse. She mounts after attaching a saddle bag and waits for Legolas.
Soon, they’re racing from Rivendell and make their way up the narrow path. With the sun half way between noon and setting, they still have time to head south. Legolas stops once they past the river, and Kristen knows something’s up.
“What is it?”
“We’re being followed.”
All of a sudden, an arrow flies past Kristen.
“Kristen, ride!”
She rides off as Legolas turns and faces where the arrow came from. Riding south, Kristen stops and looks back; waiting for Legolas. He comes within a few minutes with a minor abdomen wound.
“Let me treat that.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“It’ll get infected.”
“And you know this… how?”
“My dad taught me. Now, let me treat that. We’ll cam here.”
Kristen dismounts and goes off to find herbs for Legolas’ wound. The Elf dismounts as well, minding his wound. Kristen comes back carrying herbs and two rocks. She uses the rocks to crush the herbs into a paste and pulls the arrow head from the wound. And after stopping the bleeding, puts the herb paste on. Within an hour and a half, his wound’s treated and bandaged.
“Not bad. How much has your father taught you?”
“Enough to live off the land,” Kristen said, putting what remaining herbs and the two rocks in the saddle bag. Kristen looks around and sees that the sun had set. Making sure the horses are settled, Kristen sits down next to Legolas. Feeling like she knows him from some where, Kristen probes her mind, hoping to find some thing to help her remember. Shivering, she feels Legolas pulls her gently down with him so they can share each other’s body heat. Lying there, she puts her head on a shoulder as he wraps his arm around her shoulders. Feeling safe with Legolas there, Kristen closes her eyes and falls asleep.

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Chapter 1 Part 2
The next morning, Kristen blinks her eyes open, waking in the morning sun. See that Legolas is still sleeping; she gets up and starts gathering herbs for the trip. Coming back to camp, she finds him awake and trying to mount. Laughing, she walks up and says, “need some help?”
Legolas stops and looks at Kristen, who cocks one of her looks.
“No.”
“You’re saying that because you don’t want me to help. Admit it, with that wound, you need help.”
Legolas lets Kristen help him up with a foot in her cupped hands. Kristen mounts and they continue to ride south. With Legolas in front, Kristen knows to be extra careful and mindful; watching for any signs of attack. They reach the west entrance of Moria a month from Rivendell. Stopping to make camp, Kristen pulls out the herbs and rocks to put the herbal paste on Legolas’ wound. By now, Legolas has accepted her help and is slowly starting to open up to her. As they sit by the fire with the horses a few feet away, Kristen and Legolas eat lembas while telling childhood stories.
“I was 5; I was in the woods behind my house with my father. He was showing me what plants are edible. I got bored and wandered off and managed to climb up a tree. I was stuck for an hour until I figured out how to get down. My father was where he was when I left.”
“He was still there?”
“It was a lesson.”
“And what of your mother?”
“She left when I was two. She was a drunk and part of a drug ring.”
They fall silent, listening to the night. Legolas finishes his lembas and looks at Kristen with thoughts rising in his mind. Kristen looks at the Elf, wondering what he’s thinking. Legolas moves closer and they look at each other, waiting for the other to make the next move. Slowly, Legolas leans in and kisses Kristen. She returns the kiss and feels Legolas kiss again. Continuing to kiss, Legolas moves his hands over Kristen. All of a sudden, she pulls away.
“I can’t do this.”
“Why?”
Kristen stands before saying, “I had a bad relationship. I was abused for his amusement.”
Legolas stands, walks over to her, and wraps his arms around her. She turns to face him with tears forming in her eyes. Legolas pulls her close, giving her comfort as she starts crying.
“If anything, I will not let anyone harm you.”

The next morning, Kristen applies the herbs and puts on a new bandage before Legolas can put his shirt on. Packing up, Kristen mounts and waits for Legolas, who’s improving by the day. Riding south to the Gap of Rohan, they don’t know what awaits them at Isengard.

Saruman walks from the Palantir, seeing both Legolas and Kristen riding toward the tower; to the Warg pit to send them out. The Wargs and their riders head through the Gap to head the duo off.

Kristen’s the first to hear the distance barking of Wargs. She readies her bow as Legolas does the same. All of a sudden, a flood of memories flood Kristen’s mind. Quick shots of a Warg battle in the hills with warriors of unrecognizable armor. On instinct, she fires her arrow while trying to sort out the memories; like there’s some sort of guardian protecting her. Within minutes, the few Wargs that came from Isengard are dead or dying. Legolas rides up to Kristen in shock and awe.
“Where did you learn how to do that?”
“I didn’t. It was like some one was helping me.”
“Well, who ever it is, I’m grateful.”
They continue toward the Gap, wondering who helped Kristen.

Arriving a day later, Legolas and Kristen wait until nightfall to get in. Racing from the different structures to the tower door.
“That was a little too easy,” Kristen said, closing the door behind her. Legolas nods before taking her hand. They make their way to the Palantir chamber where they find Saruman and Legolas’ older brother. Legolas starts for his brother when Kristen stops him. Using what stealth she has, she gets as close as she can before jumping into attack. Saruman throws her off his back and aims his staff at her.
“Brave girl. Thought you knew better.”
“What? Not to jump on your elders? For you, I made an exception.”
Saruman hits Kristen’s face with his staff, drawing a bit of blood. Seeing that, he hits her in the stomach before she finally rolls away. Gilthanas runs for the door as Legolas rushes to help Kristen. He hits Saruman, causing him to fall back as he cradles in his arms and runs out. He mounts and rides with Kristen in front of him and Gilthanas behind him on Kristen’s horse. They ride as fast as they can to Fangorn Forest. Stopping, both Gilthanas and Legolas dismount. Legolas gently takes Kristen off the horse and lays her on the ground.
“Let’s leave her. She’ll provide us some cover when he sends out his Orcs.”
“No. She risked her life for you. You want to throw her life so you can save yours?”
“She did that already.”
“It’s her life, not yours. We’re staying here.”
Gilthanas huffed off as Legolas starts tending to a now unconscious Kristen. Gilthanas knows what could happen if his younger brother and Kristen fall in love; taking what he’s been wanting his whole life.
“I can’t let that happen,” Gilthanas said and starts planning on how to take care of Kristen once they arrive in the Mirkwood palace.
As night falls, Kristen wakes to see Legolas sitting cross-legged with her head in his lap.
“What happened?”
“Don’t worry about that now,” Legolas says, bringing himself from his current position. “What matters is that you’re safe.”
Kristen pushes herself up on her elbows and sees Legolas standing at a tree facing away from her.
“Legolas, what is it?”
“It’s my brother. He wanted to leave you behind.”
“Why?”
“He was more concerned for his life than yours. He never was the one who tried to help others.” Legolas lets a moment of silence pass before continuing. “He just wants our father’s throne. But he has to make sure that I don’t…”
“Fall in love?”
Kristen manages to get herself to her feet and walked over to Legolas. She puts her arms around his waist and rests her head on his back before saying, “he failed at that. We both know that. And he just has to deal with that.”
Legolas turns to bring Kristen into his arms, holding her close. What they don’t know is that Gilthanas is watching them from a distance; with a plan still forming in his mind.

The next morning, Legolas and Kristen ride together with Gilthanas behind them. Holding onto Legolas, Kristen look around at the forest; wondering what Mirkwood’s like. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Gilthanas looking at her.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
Kristen shakes her head and goes back to looking at Fangorn Forest.

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Chapter 1 Part 3
Weeks later, they arrive in Mirkwood to a warm welcome. Kristen looks around in awe that the Elves are glad to have Gilthanas back alive. Walking into the throne room, the trio walk up to Thranduil and Kristen bows.
“Milady,” he says. “Why do you bow?”
“Out of respect, your highness.”
“You rescued my son. To me, it should be me bowing to you.”
Thranduil bows and signals for a court member.
“Take Lady Kristen to her chambers.”
Kristen follows the Elf with Legolas right beside her.
“He knew we were coming?”
“My father knows things even I still don’t.”
After some distance, the court member opens the door to Kristen’s chambers, allowing her and Legolas to walk inside. With a large room with an ivory white dresser and wardrobe, and an adjoining bathroom. The chamber has a queen-sized bed with the posts carved in the woodland style, and the dressing comfortable as the ones in Rivendell. Kristen walks out onto the balcony as the court member leaves with the wind blowing in the leaves; Legolas walks out to join her. Kristen knows that now that Gilthanas is back, she will either become a member of the court or leave.
“I wish we could marry,” Legolas says, breaking the silence. “But it’s the law that prevents it.”
“Your prince. Couldn’t you change it or something?”
“I could, couldn’t I?”
Legolas suddenly leaves the balcony and heads for the door with Kristen right behind him. Speed walking through the corridors, they arrive in Thranduil’s council hall to find him there.
“Father, you’ve got to change the marriage law.”
“Now why would I do that?”
“Because something may come up that need its changing,” Kristen said seeing Legolas’ face.
“And what might…”
“Because we love each other,” Legolas said.
A few minutes of silence pass before the Mirkwood king silently nods. There’s a sigh as everyone goes back to their business. Legolas smiles as he takes Kristen from the hall to a private room; with the comforts of a small room, including a balcony. Kristen walks out onto the balcony. Legolas follows her out and puts his arms around her waist.
“What now, Legolas?”
“We will marry and spend all our lives together.”
“Legolas…”
Kristen turns, still in his arms, puts her hands on his breasts, and rests her head on his chest.
“To me, this is all a dream; and I’m just waiting to wake up.”
Legolas takes Kristen’s chin hi a cupped hand and lifts it to face him before kissing her.
“Was that a dream?”
“No.”
“Then don’t worry.”

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Chapter 2 Part 1
As the weeks and months pass, the wedding plans go as planned. And as that time passes, Kristen wonders if this is all a dream. Wearing a court dress, Kristen leaves her chamber and heads down to the main hall. She finds Legolas talking with his father. She walks up as Legolas takes her aside.
“The wedding’s going as planned?”
“Legolas, I’m really doubting that this is real.”
“Kristen, that’s your mind telling you to fear commitment.”
“How soon can we get married?”
“By the end of the month.”
Legolas takes Kristen in his embrace.
“Listen…”
“Legolas, once we’re married, I need to return to Rivendell.”
“Why?”
“I just need to see something.”

At the end of the month, Kristen’s handmaidens help her into a sky blue dress and headdress. She’s escorted to where she and Legolas are to be married. She waits and sighs before she walks toward Legolas. She smiles as she reaches the Elf. Though the enter ceremony is done in Elvish, Kristen didn’t care. At long last, the couple walks down the aisle. Legolas takes Kristen off to a secluded area to wait for the entire court, which numbers in the hundreds, and they just stand there. Kristen feels tears form in her eyes. She looks away and Legolas brings her face up and wipes away a tear.
“What is it?”
“It’s just that I feel like I’m missing some thing?”
“We’ll leave tonight.”
Legolas looks around before heading to the palace. Taking Kristen through a hidden door and down several different corridors before arriving at Kristen’s chamber. He turns and says, “get ready. Get only your quiver and bow. Wait by the door.” Then Legolas goes off to his chamber. Kristen walks into her chamber; and as soon as she closes the door, some one grabs her from behind. Struggling, Kristen is only held tighter.
“Do you really think you can get away with this? Falling in love with my brother and have him inherit the throne. Get dressed.”
Gilthanas shoves Kristen into the chamber and walks out. Changing, Kristen grabs her quiver when she hears noise out in the corridor. Grabbing her bow, she puts the quiver on and jumps the railing on the balcony. By the time the two brothers enter the chamber, they find it empty. Both rush to the balcony and look out over it as Kristen hides under it. Gilthanas runs out of the chamber; closing the door behind him.
Legolas jumps the railing to see Kristen aiming her bow at him. She lowers it when she sees him. She
puts it back as she follows Legolas to the stables. Once there, they both ready their horses and ride out;
leaving the expecting court. Riding on the path to the east, the new couple hope that the older prince
doesn’t try to stop them.
“Legolas, stop.”
“Why?”
Legolas turns around to face Kristen.
“I have a feeling that Thranduil will send scouts out to look for us.”
“And they’ll expect to find two horses, not one.”
Legolas maneuvers his horse next to Kristen’s so she can climb behind him. Getting on, Kristen sends
her horse off before they leave. They ride throughout the night until the reach the border. Legolas helps
Kristen down before they make camp. Leaning against a tree, Legolas allows Kristen to rest her head on
his shoulder. She shivers, and he covers her with his cloak. As they lay there, Kristen slowly falls asleep.
Legolas looks at her, wondering why she wants to return to Rivendell.

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Chapter 2 Part 2
The next morning, they start going south.
“We’ll stop in Lorien.”
Kristen nods, trusting him. They travel without incident to the borders of Lothlorien. Once there, they
dismount and walk into the forest, Kristen slows down before catching up to Legolas and takes his hand in
hers. All of a sudden, they’re surrounded by Elves. Haldir steps forward and Legolas puts himself between
Kristen and the other Elf.
“Follow me,” Haldir says after a minute. The follow the Elf after handing over their weapons. Walking
through the forest, Kristen hangs close to Legolas. They seem to be walking for the whole day but reach
Calas Galdhorn by, in fact, nightfall. After climbing many stairs, the reach the flet on which Legolas and
Kristen are to meet Galadriel and Celeborn. As the two Elves come down the small flight of stairs, Kristen
and Legolas bow their heads.
“My Lady, we seek safe passage through your land,” Legolas says.
Galadriel looks at Kristen, who looks right back. She feels Galadriel look into her mind, reading it.

In a small clearing, Legolas goes through his memories; remembering the last time he was there.
Kristen watches him as she sits down on a tree root.
“Legolas, what is it?”
“I’m just remembering something.”
“Like what,” Kristen asked, standing. She walks over to the Elf, and wraps her arms around his waist.
“I was here when my mother died when I was young. I guess that’s why I can’t find rest here.”
“Many can’t find rest in a place of safety. That’s how my home is. Come and lay down.”
Kristen unwraps her arms and takes one of his hands. Legolas turns to face her and pulls her close.
The look into each other’s eyes and Legolas leans in slowly and kisses Kristen. She returns the sweet kiss
before pulls away.

Weeks later, they’re riding to the Gap of Rohan. Kristen rests her head on Legolas’ back, glad to be
away from Mirkwood and Gilthanas. In a couple of months, they reach the river that flows out of
Rivendell; and within hours, they’re in the haven. Kristen dismounts and waits for Legolas. She takes him
to the tree she found herself in many months ago.

“You needed to see a tree?”
“Legolas, this is the tree I found myself in. I had fallen asleep in a different time and place and woke
up here.”
“I don’t get it.”
“I don’t either.”
Kristen climbs into the tree, lies down on a branch, and falls asleep.