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Title: Seeking Knowledge
Fandom: Lord of the Rings/Dragonlance
Pairing/Characters: Aragorn & Tanis Half-Elven
Content Notes: None
Prompt: July 21 - Lord of the Rings (movies) and Dragonlance: “I’ve heard of you!”

Seeking Knowledge

Despite his office in life, sometimes Aragorn felt the need to be Strider. In such times, Arwen would cover his absences with typical elven political excuses, well-able to lead the minor matters in her own right. No one expected the king in well-worn clothes of an adventurer to wander between places, seeking inns and taverns to listen to the people.

On this particular wandering, he found himself staring at a man of medium frame and a bit tall, his hair and beard quite red like the tales of Maedhros spoke of. A bow and quiver were visible against the wall behind the man's chair. Aragorn was all but certain he had heard a tale of this man, and observed more details. Something about foreign lands plagued by dragons, another offshoot — or more — of Elves. It was likely something Faramir had mentioned to him in correspondence, now that he considered it.

Yes, the weave of cloth, the crafting of tools and leather all had a different appearance than items made in Aragorn's extensive roving. The red hair and beard finally sparked the final piece of Faramir's descriptions, and Aragorn realized he was looking at another noble hiding among commoners. Granted, the man was from far enough away that he had a much easier time just wandering anonymously.

He finished appraising everything from the bar he'd stopped at, took the mug of ale he'd asked for and headed straight for the man's small table.

"Greetings, Far-Traveler," Aragorn said with a disarming smile. "What brings a leader of the people of Krynn so far from his lands?"

The man studied Aragorn for a moment, then leaned on his arms against the table to be closer. "For you to know such, I think I may have found the one I seek. I have heard that a mighty ranger had traded in his cloak for a crown, but perhaps the gods are guiding me fairly.

"Tanis Half-Elven."

"You may have indeed been guided well," Aragorn said, though he did wonder at gods meddling so. "What could the purpose be?"

"To learn, if in all the travels this man had, he ever encountered a shrine to one not of these lands, with rumors of an artifact buried near it," Tanis said. "There is trouble stirring in Krynn once more, and it is hoped that the Tears of Shinare can help bring some peace, or at least breathing room."

"Ahh, well, I see why you would consider a ranger the kind of man that might have stumbled over this," Aragorn said. "It is not, however, specific enough for my memory to aid you. Perhaps you would see your way to traveling with me, to where better memories and resources exist?"

Tanis sized him up again, then gave a nod. "You seem as the tales I heard, so I agree."

"And you meet the one I was given as well," Aragorn agreed. "We shall do all we can to help your lands survive the coming storms of danger."

senmut: Drizzt hold ing his hand up against the sun in the distance (Forgotten Realms: Drizzt Sun)
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Title: Wary Arrival
Fandom: Dragonlance/Legend of Drizzt
Pairing/Characters: Raistlin Majere & Dalamar & Drizzt Do'Urden
Content Notes: None
Prompt: July 19 - Legend of Drizzt and Dragonlance: Very bright lights

Wary Arrival

Drizzt Do'Urden was not a man to allow anything to leave him flat-footed for long. The tail had whipped around too fast, flung him back through the gate when it stole his breath with the thud against his chest, but he rolled with the blow, and came up, swords already back in their ready position… to find the gate had no visible sign on this side, and his eyes were streaming tears from the change of tree-dappled shade and sun to the glare of multiple light sources in a confined space.

Sound told him two bodies, both in loose rustling clothes, and the air pressure spoke of several obstacles in a small space.

"Deal with him; he's some sort of elf," a voice said, and Drizzt realized the sound of it was being translated through the arm-band he'd been gifted with, an artifact for translation.

Thankfully, it worked on his words too.

"Peace, unless you are in league with the dark ranger and druid I was fighting," Drizzt said.

"Magic," a second voice said, and now Drizzt knew where both were more clearly.

"How interesting," came a sardonic reply to that, and Drizzt could all but feel the jaded sense in the speaker.

"If you are both familiar with magic," he hazarded, "I can try and trade knowledge," he offered, smelling books and ink, "for a return to my rightful place before any of the archmages I work with come seeking me."

"Deal," the second voice answered, with only the slightest sigh from the first. As a show of peace, Drizzt flipped his swords into their scabbards, and ignored his injuries in favor of forcing his eyes to work. One elf, one… that was not quite a human, if he were to guess, for all the man likely had begun as such.

"Drizzt Do'Urden."

"Dalamar Nightson," the elf with bronze skin said. "And he is Raistlin Majere," he added when the once-human did not respond to the question of names implicit in the introduction. "Let us get our impressions of the portal that spit you out, and then we will decide further how to proceed."

Drizzt nodded once, and started working on his injuries, relieved that Mielikki's magic could aid him still — and aware that the one called Raistlin was studying him more than where he'd fallen from. There was a sense of foreboding, and Drizzt would stay on guard.

senmut: A black Asian style dragon (General: Dragon)
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Title: Blue
Fandom: Dragonlance/Sword-Dancer Series
Pairing/Characters: Kitiara uth Matar, Skie, Deliliah
Content Notes: None
Prompt: July 18 - Dragonlance and Sword-Dancer Series: With a color as the title

Blue

These lands that Del explores are nothing like the homeland she is exiled from. There are strange beings, stranger creatures, and this one… huge, reptilian, graceful fills her view and she is unafraid. Only as an afterthought does she take in the human woman upon the creature whose hide is so blue as to rival sapphires in their brilliance.

"She's not afraid of us, Skie," the human says aloud, voice meant to carry, and Del can understand, because of the exile ritual that cast her here.

"I fear nothing on sight, and few on action," Del declares, and the woman laughs.

"Skie, should we keep this strange woman, so pale and pretty who carries her sword on her back like a gladiator?"

The blue creature turns its head to appraise Del with one baleful eye. "Such lack of fear is commendable," a basso voice comes from it, and Del stands her ground when the large head pokes toward her. "I would consent to allowing you to bring her back."

"I suggest you climb up here swiftly, as the army is not far behind me… and most of them will only see your curves, not that steel," the hard-muscled woman says with a quirk of her mouth that says much on her opinions of such.

Del doesn't hesitate. This woman has power, and the — Skie — Skie radiates it as well. If she is to be exiled, she wishes power of her own, to find her way home some day.

"Call me Del." She climbs swiftly, aided by one long line tossed down.

"Kitiara. And Skie, as mentioned."

No more words follow, as Skie flings himself back into the blue heavens above, and Del learns the thrill of wind rushing around her, tucked in behind Kitiara.

This is a good start here.

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