Kellindils tale

Hey guys!

Same as before. Nothing within this story is mine. Everything belongs to R.A. Salvatore!! I will add a person or two of my own later on.

Summary: Kellindil never died, but was held captive for six years. Needless to say he escapes and meets up with everyone's favorite drow, things happen.

(): First chapters will be a little dark. Torture, rape and bondage. Not for kids, but after the elf escapes, you'll all notice a change, a good change. One more thing, Review please!! Thanks!! ;)

Chapter 2: Roddy McGristle

Roddy smiled and lifted the unconscious elf into his arms, like one would a small child. He set Kellindil down, next to the same tree the human himself had been bound to, away from the weapons and supplies. Tephanis appeared beside him with another length of rope in his small hands, just as the bounty hunter started to look for something to bind the elf.

The quickling felt like dancing around the camp in joy. The human had a pet, a very beautiful pet. The elf, if he lived long enough, would hold his new masters attention long enough for the slender sprite to move them far from the black elf. Maybe, if he was lucky, he would never have to meet that black demon again. Tephanis looked over to the human going through the elves gear and groaned. Maybe this was going to be a little harder then the sprite had first thought.

By the time the sun was high in the sky, Roddy, his dog and newly acquired elf and Tephanis had broke up Kellindils camp site. The supplies the human had no use for were left behind, buried. Weapons, food and the like were strapped to his dogs back. Kellindil was throw over the mountain mans shoulder, his hair a shining curtain of blood stained gold.

They traveled through the day and on into the night, stopping only when Kellindil awoke and called for aid. Roddy backhanded him and tied a gag around the elves mouth, gagging him. The human, ignoring the muffled cry and growl, pulled the bond and gagged elf back over his shoulder.

The sun shone in the eastern horizon, warming the land. They headed southwest, the sun at their backs.

Tephanis scouted ahead every now and then when ordered to by Roddy. Kellindil, his hands bond behind his back and a length of rope around his neck, struggled to keep from falling to the ground. The rope at the elves wrists and neck cut into old wounds, causing them to bleed anew, and add new pain to old.

Roddy held the other end of the rope about Kellindils neck, pulling the wounded elf behind him. His yellow dog padded along side its master, packs strapped to its back. They traveled this way for two weeks, stopping only to rest and eat for short periods. They avoided villages when they came upon them.

Kellindil tried to escape during the first week. He ran toward the last village they had past. He tripped and fell over a rock pushed onto the path by Tephanis. It didn't take long for Roddy to catch up to them, just as Kellindil attempted to gain his feet without the use of this hands, as they were still bound behind him. The bounty hunter growled as his narrowed gaze fell upon the elf and grinned. "That was very bold," he whispered, and licked at the blood from his lip, where the elf had kicked him. He reached out a hand and gripped the elves arm, pulling the now struggling fighter up. Muffled curses and threats streamed from the gagged mouth, Roddy laughed. Kellindils cheeks were pink and his normally blue eyes were wide and dark, almost a black. Roddy growled again and backhanded the elf hard, forcing him into silence.

Kellindil hit the ground, and pain flared through his shoulder. He draw in a breath and screamed as the first of the blows fall, forcing sharp pain to flow though him from every kick and punch, forcing the wounded elf once again into a dreamless sleep.

The villages could no longer be avoided. Kellindil now needed a healer. As much as Roddy wished to kill the elf, Tephanis, not yet ready to lose the elf, had change the bounty hunters mind into keeping the elf a while longer. Roddy came upon a small village a few days later, and stopped at the village inn, named 'The Red Dragon'. Making up a story that Kellindil was a traveling companion, they had been attacked in the night; the elf had been captured and injured badly.

They had summoned a local healer, and Kellindils wounds were tended and healed to the best of the healer’s ability. Roddy paid both the innkeeper, for two nights and food, and the healer for the healing of Kellindil.

Through it all Kellindil slept, healing wounds the healer had been able to or knew nothing of. He knew nothing of the inn bed on which he rested in or of being carried into the village. He only knew of the wonderful blackness surrounded him.

Roddy had a maid bring his dinner to the room and ate in the room. He lay down next to Kellindil after locking the door. The old man that had tended to the elf had said to let Kellindil rest up and recover what strength he could before moving off again. Roddy smiled and pulled Kellindil into his arms. He had removed the bindings and gag before entering the village. The healer had stripped him of his tunic, leggings and boots, leaving Kellindil naked.

Soon, the human had a bond Kellindils wrists to the head of the bed and gaged him, just as he awoke. Golden hair spread over the pillow beautifully, and crystal clear tears welled up in the bright blue eyes of the elven warrior. Fear and pain swelled up in him and his muffled screams and whimpers were ignored. No being had ever touched him in this manner before. Kellindil had always wanted for 'his chosen' to be the one to take him for the first time, not a human and least of all this human.

The only merciful thing Roddy did was to prepare Kellindil for what was to come. He ignored the elves muffled pleas and cries, and took Kellindil in the most painful way possible despite of Roddys preparation. It wasn't long before Roddy finished with a grunt and slipped out, blood and semen clinging to him. The human laughed and gripped Kellindils chin and kissed him through the gag.

Kellindil screamed and tried to turn into a ball to escape the vile human touch. His body shaking with both pain and fear, Kellindil, for the first time in his long life, cried. Silent tears fall down his cheeks and soaked into the gag and pillow. Roddy just laughed quietly once move and curled behind the elf and fell into a light sleep. Letting his body rest, but more then ready to tighten his grip on the elf should Kellindil try to draw attention to them.

{Drizzt glares at Roddy and then looks up at the crowd and waves. Kellindil leans against Drizzt and points to the review bottom, and then takes the rest of Drizzt's cookie}