AN: Hiya:D Yes, since I'm sick, and very, very hyper (from lack of doing anything.) I just started writing, so here are some drabbles with females from BTVS in Lotr, see someone missing you would like me to add? Say so and I'll try. ;)

Disclaimer: Don't own BTVS and people from that, don't own Lotr and people from that. If you sue me, you'll get a whole lot of nothing, and an albino rabbit. (Named Alfi.)

"You are The Fellowship of The Ring." Elrond looked gravely around at the gathered people, humans, elves, dwarves and hobbits.

"So... Where are we going again?" With a sigh he turned to look at the small, grinning person infront of him.

Buffy Summers just shrugged as the stern looking elf, tried to stare her down.

And hey, wasn't he a little too big to be an elf?

"Soo, you can't really kill these nazi suckers?" A sigh followed that statement. "They are nazgul m'lady."

She flicked her hair over her shoulder and shot him an unreadable glance, "Are you sure? Nazgul sounds like some kind of gull on pot."

Cordelia smirked at them and continued her brisk walk, "Are you coming guys? I thought we hadsome uglyring to destroy?"

She eeped as someones face was suddenly right infront of her, someones bearded face.

"What this? What's a lass like yerself doing here?" She slowly backed away the... man... thing-y.

He just raised and eyebrow and looked back over his shoulders, shrugging them slightly while doing so.

Then two more person came into view, "One more step buster and I'll turn you all into rats!" Willow managed to say, even though her voice sounded slightly... pitchy.

Sam smacked another orc in the head, "I think I'm getting the hang of this!" Suddenly someone grapped the frying pan from him. "Oi!"

Clonk!

The woman behind him smiled, "No one messes with the Summers women. I'm Joyce."

"Uhm... Yeah, Idon't think I'm supposed to be here, but still, no need to pierce me with those, sharp looking arrows. I'm a lot better piercing free." The blondes around her looked slightly uncertain. Then one of them started speaking in some wierd-o language. It sounded nice, the only problem was, that he could be saying, 'Shoot her, we're late for lunch.'

Dawn bit her lower lip and thought of the good and bad sides of running from people with arrows.

Were there any good?

"You can't have him, he's my orgasme maker!" She pulled the man away from the blonde. "Get your own!" What was the anooying creatures name? Eowon? Yewon? Eowyn? Aha! Some kind of roalty here. But hey! Anyanka here! Former vengance demon!

"Let go of my Xander!"