The surface elves hold out hope in the end.

At last he would get to view the surface elves and face the truth of his heart and hopes.

The surface elves were not the only target of Hatch'net's sniping.

He didn't understand completely, but thought that darthiir had something to do with the faeries, the surface elves.

His features had not changed, but his black skin now held the golden hue of a surface elf.

No other race in all the Realms, with the possible exception of the surface elves, used weapons so finely edged.

Quite at ease in their woodland home, the surface elves weren't even armed.

The surface elves were there in Drizzt's thoughts; he could not dismiss them.

He didn't know who they might be, but given his last, tragic encounter with a surface elf, he wasn't pleased by the possibilities.

He had known few surface elves in his years out of the Underdark.