Broken

I'm sorry if I get the names of places wrong and their locations, but ....I don't have a map so I'm guessing.

Chapter 2 Fading

It was a startling awakening for Wulfgar. He jolted up in his chair, in the middle of the dining hall. It was an awful nightmare. He shook his head and laughed nervously trying to convince himself that it was only a bad dream. He rubbed his hands over his face a few times before getting up. Regis came up to him and patted him on the back. The barbarian nearly jumped out of his skin.

"Bad dream?" The halfling questioned. Wulfgar just nodded his head. "Well it is about time you woke up though. It is almost past midday. But it was quite a party." Regis nodded to himself.

"Yea a great party and a really bad dream. One would think those two would be separated." Wulfgar scratched the back of his head. "Might you know where Drizzt is?"

Regis shook his head, "If anything he is still in bed. I haven't seen him all day. It is not normal, I'll give it that, but he is probably just tired." Regis finally thought about it, then shook his head, not even believing in the last statement himself. The halfling looked up to Wulfgar, "Why don't we go check on him. I'm sure he wouldn't mind a wake up call." With that the two headed towards the drow's room.

Knocking a few times, the two didn't receive a response. "Drizzt! Drizzt, are ye in there?!" Regis questioned as Wulfar knocked once more. Worry suddenly painted the barbarian's features. Regis saw the large man start to open the door. "We are coming in, I hope you don't .........by the gods. "Regis stared at his comrade, tied to the bed and bleeding, "Wulfgar....I'm going to get help!" Regis yelled running down the hallway.

All the barbarian could do was fall back against the wall for support. "No...no, I ...I didn't .....it was just a nightmare." He began to sob, "Drizzt, I'm so sorry....I didn't, I wasn't in control." He whispered into his hand. Bruenor came quickly to the room as Regis had told him to do. His mouth dropped open as he ran to his friends bedside and began untying the ropes and gag. Wulfgar stayed there, leaning against the wall.

Blood drenched the dark elf. His legs wet with the blood coming from his torn entrance and his arms soaked in the slow drizzle from his wrists where the rope had bit to deep. Once everything was undone Drizzt lay there, motionless. Wulfgar ran out of the room and down the hall to his own room. He slammed and locked the door. Fist connected with stone as the barbarian punched the walls until his fists bled.

"no....no......" The man cried over and over in his room.

Bruenor didn't even recognize his adopted son's departure. He grabbed the cleanest blankets on the bed and wrapped the thin elf in it. The dwarf cradled the elf and rocked gently back and forth. "Drizzt...? Drizzt? Please say something, anything.....please." He spoke softly into the drow's ear. The cleric and Cattie-brie rushed into the room a few moments later. "Girl, get ye out o here. The elf will be needen privacy." he said as gently as possible to the girl. She nodded and left.

The cleric looked at the elves' wounds and frowned deeply when he looked at the blooded thighs. After looking at his king for a moment, he let his sight wander to the bed and the mess. Swallowing hard, the cleric would have to tell his king the only thing he knew about what was happening. He moved a hand to the elf's forehead, not surprised when it turned out to be cool. He started with Drizzt's wrists, cleaning them up before bandaging them. Pulling the sheets up, he moved the warm wash-clothe to clean up the blood from the dark skin. He tried to be as careful as possible, but when the cloth touched Drizzt woke up, and struggled to get away.

<"No no please, go away get away. Please not again."> He cried in the drow tongue. The panic in his voice caused both dwarves to look at him with sad eyes. They had no idea what he was saying, but for him to revert to his original language seemed strange. Even though they couldn't understand a word of it, it was easy for them to figure it out.

"Drizzt, shhh. It's okay, he is a cleric, he is cleaning up your wounds. No more harm will come to you. It is all right." Bruenor said, holding the elf tight. It seemed Drizzt understood what Bruenor had said, for his struggles ceased, but he would still flinch each time the cloth would get close to his butt. Crying, Drizzt held close to his old friend as the cleric cast a healing spell to stop the bleeding. Bruenor raised Drizzt face to make the elf look him in the eyes. "Who the hell did this to ye?"

<"It .....It wasn't his fault Lloth, .... Lloth did."> Bruenor only understood the name of the drow goddess.

"Please Drizzt, I can' t understand that damned drow language, in the common tongue, please...." Bruenor said, as calm as he possibly could. Closing his eyes, Drizzt just bit his lip, as if speaking would hurt. Bruenor sighed. "Tell me when you can then."

When the cleric finished, he called Bruenor into the hall. Bruenor set Drizzt down on the pillows and went to go speak with the dwarf.

"He is fading..." The cleric spoke softly.

"What do you mean? A few days of rest and healing and he will probably start getting better." Bruenor spoke, not understanding what the cleric was saying.

"He is an elf, my king. He is not human, dwarf, halfling or other wise! No matter how dark his skin may be he is an elf, first and most of all." The cleric stated. "When elves get...When they get raped, their spirits fade and I'm very sorry my king, but I don't know how to stop it. You must have felt how cold he was."

"What should we do then.....what can we do?" Bruenor asked himself about as much as he was asking the halfling and the dwarf that stood next to him.

"Go ask an elf." Regis said in a whisper. He raised his eyes to look at Bruenor, "Let us go to the moon wood and ask how we can help him..."

Bruenor grimmly nodded in agreement. The Moonwood was quite a ways away from mythril hall, but it was their only hope. He sent Regis to go get Cattie-brie and Wulfgar while himself and the cleric got Drizzt ready for traveling. As they picked Drizzt up to place him in a warm blanket, the two dwarfs knew that the companions didn't have time to waste. The cleric broke the silence.

"Keep him warm. Force him to eat and drink if he doesn't on his own. Make sure one of you is close by him always to warn the others if anything happens."

Swallowing hard, Wulfgar followed Regis and Cattie-Brie to where the elf was. Seeing Drizzt in that condition and knowing he had everything to do with it nearly made Wulfgar break down and tell them he did it. He couldn't come to it though, the chance of loosing everyone's friendship swung on a thin cord. After wrapping the dark elf in another blanket and packing, the five where on their way. The barbarian carrying his victim.