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Spoilers: This story takes place after the Hunter's Blades Trilogy in the Drizzt series and sometime after the first movie in X-men.
Summary: This is a crossover story between X-men and R.A. Salvatore's Drizzt series in the Forgotten Realms. Just an idea that got in my mind one day and wouldn't leave. For those of you who've never heard of Drizzt Do'Urden, here's an overview.
Drizzt Do'Urden is a drow, or dark elf. His race has black skin, exotically angled features, white hair, and is externally very beautiful. The drow are a race of elves who live underground in a maze of tunnels and caverns called the underdark beneath a realm called Fearun, where they were driven centuries ago in a war against their cousins the surface elves. The reason for the war being that while the surface elves were kind and good, the drow were evil. After the war, the Spider Queen, Lolth, Goddess of Chaos, became the drow deity and they have pretty much been under her extremely evil thumb ever since. Drizzt however is a drow who maintained his principles with the help of his father Zaknafein (who sacrificed himself for his son), renounced his people and fled to the surface were he has lived for several decades. He is a ranger, following the goddess of the forest, Mielikki. Needless to say, the Spider Queen is not happy with him. During his travels he made friends with a halfling thief named Regis, a human barbarian called Wulfgar, a dwarf king named Bruenor, and Bruenor's adopted human daughter called Cattie-Brie, who he fell in love with. He also has possession of an onyx statue of a panther, which can call his oldest friend, the astral entity of a panther named Guenwyvar. Oh, and his most distinctive features are his purple eyes, since most of his race's eyes are red.
AU WARNING: For the purposes of this story, Drizzt and Cattie-Brie got married soon after the Hunter's Blades Trilogy ended. They have a son that they named Zaknafein (of course), and are now expecting their second child.
So without further delay, here's the first chapter.
It was a fine, spring day in the realm of Fearun, the trees were in leaf; the birds were singing; the air was fresh; and orc activities were, if not non-existent, then at a tolerable low. But to the dwarves of Mithril Hall it may as well have been raining. In fact, the atmosphere within the fortress was so tense as to be cut with a knife, and in the throne room, King Bruenor Battlehammer, 8th and 10th king of Mithril Hall, had been pacing all morning.
"You're going to wear the floor out." Commented a voice from a rather large and comfortable armchair by the fire.
"When I'm wantin' yer opinion Rumblebelly, be sure I'll be askin' for it!" Retorted Bruenor with out so much as a glance in the halfling's direction. "What's takin' so long?" He asked the air for about the thousandth time that day, "How long does it take to deliver one stinkin' kid?"
Regis just shook his head at his friend's antics. Bruenor had been like this when Zak had been born too, and at least this time he hadn't turned to ale to pass the time, the halfling reminded himself with a grimace. He tried not to think about the scene a few years ago when Drizzt had came into this same room to announce Zak's birth, only to find Bruenor stone cold drunk on the floor! The chubby halfling looked over to Wulfgar, who was sitting across from him with said young half-drow asleep on his lap, and smiled.
The barbarian smiled back before addressing their rather volatile dwarven friend. "I'll be sure to let Drizzt and Cattie-Brie know that you think their new son or daughter smells." He said in a light-hearted tone.
That stopped Bruenor's pacing. Abruptly he turned to Wulfgar, sputtering, "That's not…I'm not fer sayin'…Ye knew what I meant!" He ended, resuming his pacing with a scowl.
Regis and Wulfgar simply shared another smile behind the grumbling king's back.
Meanwhile, in a brightly lit room farther within the fortress, Cattie-Brie Battlehammer lay on a comfortable bed, propped up by comfortable pillows, but she was anything but comfortable.
"Ahh." She cried as another contraction hit and she tightly gripped the ebon skinned hand of her husband, all the while looking into his concerned, violet eyes. She was barely aware of the dwarven priestess, who was speaking to her from the end of the bed.
"Easy me girl, you're almost done, one more push ought to do it. Ready?" Cattie-Brie nodded. "That's me girl, Push!"
"Ahhhh," Cattie-Brie screamed again, squeezing Drizzt's hand so tight his normally blacker than black skin turned a light shade of grey.
Halfway through her cry another joined her, higher and younger, but every bit as strong. Cattie-Brie collapsed against the soft pillows behind her, chest heaving, auburn hair plastered against her sweaty face, but her blue eyes bright. Blue met purple again as her husband smiled at her at tenderly removed a strand of hair from her cheek. Both turned as the priestess spoke again, "Congratulations Drizzt, Cattie-Brie it's a girl," as she placed a small bundle of cloth in the waiting Cattie-Brie's arms, then stepped back to give the couple some privacy as they looked upon their second child.
"She's beautiful." Breathed Cattie-Brie, and then put a look of mock dismay on her face. "Ye would think after all I've been through, one of the two kids would take after me, at least a little!"
For indeed, the small child's skin was every bit as dark and her hair every bit as light as her father's and Zak may well have been a younger, though perhaps slightly paler, version of Drizzt with his fine features and purple eyes.
Drizzt smiled down at his wife. "Not true my love, her skin is dark but look at her features, they are your own. And I'm sure the blue eyes didn't come from my side of the family!" They both shared a chuckle. "And she's not beautiful," murmured the ranger, "She's perfect."
After a few moments of contented silence Drizzt spoke again, "Well, I suppose I should go tell the others the good news. I only hope that Bruenor is sober enough to understand me this time!" He laughed.
"I suppose you should." Agreed the woman.
Drizzt slipped into the hall, leaving Cattie-Brie alone in the room with her new daughter. "Welcome to Feaurun," she whispered, "My little Ororo."
A/N: By now I hope you can see where I'm going with this. Anyway let me know what you think, press the little review button please! Constructive criticism is welcome.