The Do'Urden Brothers

Chapter One

Note: Here's another AU Drizzt and Legolas bestie story. Warning, this one is going to be dark! This one is going to be about brotherhood! Drizzt doesn't know he has a long lost brother but he's going to find out soon enough, and this is also about Dinin's second chance. Just like my other stories, this is AU not canon. I am not a magic expert either, I am just kinda interpreting things in my own way.

This story takes place during my own blotched version of the books "Legacy" and "Starless Night."

Warnings: dark! Angst, trauma, ptsd, implied sexual assault, torture

Disclaimer: Of course, I don't own The Hobbit or the Forgotten Realms works and this work is solely for enjoyment!

Chapter One

20 years ago

Ky'lor Dro'xundus woke up in his student chambers, the same way he woke up every morning for the past ten years. As he sat up in bed, he glanced across the room at Jhul'net Vandree who was already lighting a candle in preparation for the day's lesson.

"Did you forget what day it was?" Jhul'net asked as he paused with his preparations to give Ky'lor a knowing look.

Ky'lor shook his head in response as he got out of bed and got into his wizard robes and quickly picked out the wands he would need for the day. He moved to stand beside his roommate, mentally pushing the sleep from his mind as he looked over the candle set up.

"Narbondel is an hour away from its mid point," Jhul'net informed him urgently. "You should already be awake before master discovers you." Ky'lor thought about the central time piece that told time in Menzoberranzan. Mid point translated to about six in the morning.

Ky'lor didn't have to be told twice. Master Dhaun'phyr Mizzrym had been the wizard overseeing their training for Ky'lor's time in the academy. He was a stern, uncompromising drow whose emotionless calm was intimidating. He had agreed to take Ky'lor into his class even though the youth didn't belong to a noble house, and for that, he was certainly grateful.

Jarlaxle, the eccentric mercenary, had used his influence to get Ky'lor into this year's class. The leader of the houseless rogues had raised Ky'lor from infancy and no one in Menzoberranzan had cause to defy his will.

Ky'lor concentrated on the candles and closed his eyes and mumbled a few incantations, his voice perfectly in sync with the other drow's.

The two of them had just finished when Raval burst into the room. Ky'lor blinked, opening his eyes and looking over his work. The row of black candles flickered with blue flame, a black darkness in the center.

"You fools!" their older roommate sneered as he hurried over to inspect their work. "That spell had better be correct in every way! We are going before the master today and if you mess anything up, you'll be very sorry!"

The younger students took the berating stoically. They were used to it by now. Ky'lor was nervous but confident as he looked at his candle. It was a simple spell that turned a flame into a vacuum. He reached a finger towards it, hoping to feel the sucking sensation as the vacuum tried to pull on him. He felt it, but he was concerned that it wouldn't be strong enough for the master's liking.

"Is Hounaste already in the master's arena?" Jhul'net asked, glancing up at Raval. The other drow only growled.

"Of course he is! It's where the two of you should be by now too, we should be prepared for our end-of-year exam!"

Ky'lor knew it was time for the yearly exam. It came every year, but this year was important because it was his tenth year. He and his classmates were ranked according to how long they had been at Sorcere. Hounaste Oblodra was the senior most student of the four of them, having been studying for nearly 30 years. He was nearing graduation. Raval Xolarrin had been there for 20, and Ky'lor and Jhul'net had joined at the same time and were now nearing their tenth year.