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Title: Not a Hostage
Fandom: Legend of Drizzt/Lord of the Rings (movies)
Pairing/Characters: Drizzt Do'Urden/Catti-brie & Original Human Character(s)
Content Notes: None
Prompt: July 23 - Legend of Drizzt and Lord of the Rings (movies): “‘Hostage’ is a very strong word.”
Drizzt did not pace or show any vexation as he watched the war-chieftain with his knife at Catti-brie's throat. It was sheer misfortune that had led to her capture, even as they traveled the lands to be the King's Eyes, much as they would have for goodly rulers in their first world.
It helped that Strider had befriended Drizzt many years before, when the drow had first fallen into this world by accident rather than design.
No, Drizzt looked at this man, an Easterling, and slowly smiled.
"We came to explore, to see what the people of Rhûn had made for themselves, now that King Elessar has made peace with your people," Drizzt began, forcing the chieftain to keep eyes on him as the one who was so unusual. "This is not a peaceful gesture. You should let her go now."
"Bah to your peace, and to your king! You will do as I say and disarm, for I hold your concubine as my hostage for your fate!"
Drizzt's smile only widened. "That is a very strong word, but I fear you have misinterpreted. I recommended the best solution for your survival, and that of your camp."
The man shifted, all but puffing up with rage —
— and Catti-brie moved, head back into the man's face, booted foot back and down the instep. Nor did the knife cut her more than a scratch, as she twisted free and proceeded to show dwarf-trained strength in her blows, leaving the war-chieftain crumpled. Drizzt hadn't been idle, even as he spared no more attention to his companion, taking the time to beat back the guards that had ringed them in.
He mostly let them live, disarming them with fast, impossible to parry blows. When Catti-brie joined him at his side, he made a gesture with the tip of a sword, and a way parted among the beaten, shocked guards.
The Easterling that had begun this all lay crumpled in a fetal position, breath coming in ragged painful gasps, and not a man moved to help him.
Drizzt thought they'd find a new chief soon.
Fandom: Legend of Drizzt/Lord of the Rings (movies)
Pairing/Characters: Drizzt Do'Urden/Catti-brie & Original Human Character(s)
Content Notes: None
Prompt: July 23 - Legend of Drizzt and Lord of the Rings (movies): “‘Hostage’ is a very strong word.”
Not a Hostage
Drizzt did not pace or show any vexation as he watched the war-chieftain with his knife at Catti-brie's throat. It was sheer misfortune that had led to her capture, even as they traveled the lands to be the King's Eyes, much as they would have for goodly rulers in their first world.
It helped that Strider had befriended Drizzt many years before, when the drow had first fallen into this world by accident rather than design.
No, Drizzt looked at this man, an Easterling, and slowly smiled.
"We came to explore, to see what the people of Rhûn had made for themselves, now that King Elessar has made peace with your people," Drizzt began, forcing the chieftain to keep eyes on him as the one who was so unusual. "This is not a peaceful gesture. You should let her go now."
"Bah to your peace, and to your king! You will do as I say and disarm, for I hold your concubine as my hostage for your fate!"
Drizzt's smile only widened. "That is a very strong word, but I fear you have misinterpreted. I recommended the best solution for your survival, and that of your camp."
The man shifted, all but puffing up with rage —
— and Catti-brie moved, head back into the man's face, booted foot back and down the instep. Nor did the knife cut her more than a scratch, as she twisted free and proceeded to show dwarf-trained strength in her blows, leaving the war-chieftain crumpled. Drizzt hadn't been idle, even as he spared no more attention to his companion, taking the time to beat back the guards that had ringed them in.
He mostly let them live, disarming them with fast, impossible to parry blows. When Catti-brie joined him at his side, he made a gesture with the tip of a sword, and a way parted among the beaten, shocked guards.
The Easterling that had begun this all lay crumpled in a fetal position, breath coming in ragged painful gasps, and not a man moved to help him.
Drizzt thought they'd find a new chief soon.