Disclaimer
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All names, places and concepts in this FanFiction related to Lord of the Rings are the property of JRR Tolkein. All names, place and concepts related to Buffy the Vampire Slayer are the proberty of Joss Whedon. This applies to the entire work. I have rated this FanFiction R i.e. Only intended for persons 17 years and older. There is nothing so far that is deserving of that rating though later in the Fanfiction, it may constitute the rating of R
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*AN* just a quick note to say that if any of you would like to email me about anything to do with my FanFic, please feel free to do so but just make sure you have the word 'fanfic' in the subject otherwise the email will be filtered out and I wont get it. Thanks - sonofgloin *
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"The palantir is a dangerous tool Saruman," spoke Gandalf, a strong warning in his voice.
"Why? Why should we fear to use it?" Returned Saruman, his ideas of his own superiority evident. The urgency in Gandalf's voice deepened.
"They are not all accounted for the lost seeing stones. We do not know who else may be watching." He took the cloth from Saruman's hand and returned it to cover the palantir.
***
"You do not know how right you are, Gandalf the grey."
A voice of something likened to the whispers of death speaking to the doomed, cut through the darkness of the dreary hut. A small fire burned violently in one corner, spitting its flame and ash onto the heath. The bent figure approached the flames and sat in a handsome wooden chair facing the warmth.
"Things are coming," it spoke again, no more then a whisper from its dead lips.
"Naught on this plane can hold them back." A silence fell over the room, broken only by the small crackles of the now lessened fire.
"It must be done," fear and urgency could be sensed in its voice
"We have seen it." A struggle of reasoning was being fought in its mind.
"They are the only ones. They are the champions. It is decided."
***
"BUFFY!!!" A deafening scream filled the air.
A girl was in trouble, Buffy had to save her. As buffy woke thinking it was nothing more then a dream she heard it again, this time more clearly.
"Buffy," it came again from below her. 'The First, the potentials,' she thought. She leapt from her bed and to her weapons chest, taking from it a shining axe. Buffy flew out the door and hurried down the stairs. She reached the bottom and continued into the lounge room stopping only to turn on the light.
"Buffy," squeaked Dawn and Kennedy in unison bolting upright. Dawn was holding a role of plumbers tape, Kennedy a large knife. Buffy's eyes scanned the room and saw the potentials, most of which were scribbling on notebooks, huddled in a group against a wall.
"What the hell is going on?" Buffy's eyes narrowed dangerously, she was obviously furious that she had been woken, but more so because she had realised nothing was wrong.
A small whimper came from behind Kennedy. Buffy walked across the room still brandishing her axe. Andrew was taped to a chair. Buffy rolled her eyes and reached down to tare the tape from his mouth.
"Ow, that hurt." Andrew complained, trying to move into a more comfortable position but considering he was taped down, it was no use.
"What's going on?" Buffy asked again. Dawn reddened a little.
"Well." She started in her usual exasperated explanatory manor "I thought-"
"It wasn't just her, Buffy." Kennedy butted in not wanting Dawn to get all the blame.
"We just." Kennedy shot a look to Dawn imploring her to take over. She saw the look on Buffy's face and decided she didn't want to bear the brunt of her rage. Not to mention she was still holding that axe.
"We." Dawn continued "We just thought that we could show the potentials some interrogation techniques," finishing with a faint smile.
Buffy looked over the scene, Dawn looking guilty but confidently back at her, Andrew still taped to the chair eyes begging Buffy to cut him loose, Kennedy trying to avoid Buffy's eyes altogether, then finally the numerous potentials all of whom seemed transfixed and frightened by the axe still in her hand. Realising this Buffy lowered it and let out a big sigh.
"Everyone, bed." The finality in her voice told them all not to question her. They all left the room in silence. "Dawny?" Buffy called back.
"Yeah?" She replied hesitantly.
"Get the light will you?" Dawn flicked off the light before leaving the room.
"Um. guys," Andrew called meekly from the darkness.
***
"What was it? What did they show you?" Willow looked worriedly at Buffy. She could see the fear in Buffy's eyes.
"Buffy?" Willow prompted again. Buffy looked at Willow and frowned.
"Ubervamp," Willow looked puzzled and concerned
"What another one is coming?"
"Ha!" Exclaimed Buffy but no trace of comedy could be felt. "I wish. No Will, I think we are going to have some visitors real soon."
"How many?..."
"Thousands." Willow looked back, utter shock on her face.
"Thousands?" She questioned in a disbelieving voice. Buffy nodded. She didn't want to believe it herself but she knew that it was coming. The First was coming.
***
"I have been fearing this." Giles took his glasses from his face and began to clean them as he did when he was stressed. Replacing them he continued "There isn't much we can do but be prepared."
"Prepared," Anya snapped. "How can we be prepared for thousands of suped up vampires coming to rip our heads off and drink our juicy innards." The group turned to her.
"Thanks Anya for the visual," Xander added with his usual sarcastic candour.
"What, you know I am right. Who do we have? A semi big bad-"
"Oi" Spike chimed in.
"-Miss can't use my magic cause I will kill us all-"
"Hey," Willow added sounding really put out.
"Three prissy girly men," Giles and Xander looked around the room as though Anya was not talking about them. "And a lot of scared little girls," Anya finished.
"We have Buffy!" Dawn said definitely, scowling at Anya. "The Slayer."
"Do we not remember the last time she came up against one of these? Yeah she took it out but she had some fun doing it." The fear in Anya's voice was evident. She knew the coming battle would be the one to end them all.
"Indeed it will be hard." Giles broke the uncomfortable silence "But yes, we do have the Slayer." Buffy looked to him. She knew herself that she would be no match for them all. Not thousands of them.
"The brownies are done." Andrew walked into the room smiling broadly. Seeing the state of the people in the room, and that no one payed him attention, he slumped and sat in a near by chair, his chin resting in his oven-mitted hands. He looked extremely put out.
Buffy looked around the room at all the scared faces. She knew their fate lay with her. She needed help. As though her mind was read a voice answered.
"Help is here."
"Angel," Buffy exclaimed looking up. Her face fell in disbelief. A tear grew in her eye. Several more people walked in behind him.
"Demon!" cried Dawn, Xander, Andrew and Willow
"Hey kittens settle down." Replied Lorne looking slightly worried, he could sense the power in the room.
"Spike!" Angel's once calm face now had a look of fury. "What are you doing here?" Angel motioned towards him.
"Wait!" Buffy yelled, stepping in front of Angel, "This is not the way to say hello." She looked up at Angel, amazement her expression. "What are you doing here?" She spoke in a near whisper.
"Fred-" Angel began. Everyone in the room looked to Gunn not knowing who Fred was.
"No," Angel continued with a small smirk "Fred. Winifred." He motioned towards her. Fred stepped forward smiling in her usual innocent way.
"Hi." Fred said "Nice to meet you all." Angel looked around the room and saw that there was still a lot of confusion.
"This is Gunn." Gunn gave a small smile. He knew there was more to the story than just a simple meeting.
"You all know Wesley and Cordy, you just met Fred and Lorne."
"Hey guys." Cordelia said happily. They all smiled back at her.
"And last but not least Connor". Connor stepped out from behind the rest of them.
"My son." Every jaw in the room dropped.
"Your son." Buffy said in disbelief having the same kind of expression she had when she met Dracula. "How?" She asked in wonderment.
"Darla." Angel replied. Connor looked slightly saddened at the mention of his mother's name. He had never met Darla, yet these strangers seemed to know more about her than he.
"Darla." Buffy and Spike repeated together. Buffy looked shocked as ever but Spike looked highly amused.
"Well, and the plot of an all powerful, evil fed higher power." Fred couldn't help adding.
"This isn't the time." Angel said knowing there were more pressing things to discuss.
"Like I was saying." He went on more determined then ever, the whole room held his attention.
"Fred found a prophecy about the Slayer, well, the Slayers. And the First." The room was so quiet now as though it was made that way by some magic.
"We did some digging and we found something out. We know how to stop it." A look of triumph and hope fell across the room, all accept Buffy.
"You said Slayers?" Buffy questioned shaking her head. "Faith is in prison."
"Hey B, Miss me?"
Buffy turned and standing before her was Faith.
***
"I have missed you." Buffy spoke softly to Angel. They sat at the table in her back yard bathed in the light of the full moon. "How have you been?"
"Hmm." Angel thought about the question "Same old, same old. Just gotta work through it I guess."
They sat together not saying a word to each other for some time. They felt so comforted together like this. When they were together nothing could hurt them.
"Things are coming Buffy. You know it. I know it. If we don't work together all of us, we won't survive. None of us."
Buffy didn't need to answer. They both knew she agreed. She placed her right hand on his. Angel's skin was so cold but it provided Buffy with a warmth she had not felt for a long time.
"I needed you Angel. And you came." She smiled at him. He returned it.
"We need each other. all of us need each other," he added. He loved Cordelia now he couldn't fall for Buffy again. He withdrew his hand from hers and continued
"We have to put our difference aside. If we work together we will win. We have to win. There is no other choice."
"How does it work? What do we do to beat it?" Buffy knew Angel wanted to stop the pure evil. She knew it was always so close to consuming him but now more then ever. He would not let Angelus come out again.
"A spell. Powerful magic. That is why we needed to come here. We need Willow and the Slayers."
"Willow could be a problem." Buffy knew all to well that Willow didn't want to give in to the power, to be evil again.
"She has no choice," Angel added "She must work the magic or we will loose the battle." Buffy looked deep into his eyes.
"The war has begun."
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All names, places and concepts in this FanFiction related to Lord of the Rings are the property of JRR Tolkein. All names, place and concepts related to Buffy the Vampire Slayer are the proberty of Joss Whedon. This applies to the entire work. I have rated this FanFiction R i.e. Only intended for persons 17 years and older. There is nothing so far that is deserving of that rating though later in the Fanfiction, it may constitute the rating of R
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*AN* just a quick note to say that if any of you would like to email me about anything to do with my FanFic, please feel free to do so but just make sure you have the word 'fanfic' in the subject otherwise the email will be filtered out and I wont get it. Thanks - sonofgloin *
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"The palantir is a dangerous tool Saruman," spoke Gandalf, a strong warning in his voice.
"Why? Why should we fear to use it?" Returned Saruman, his ideas of his own superiority evident. The urgency in Gandalf's voice deepened.
"They are not all accounted for the lost seeing stones. We do not know who else may be watching." He took the cloth from Saruman's hand and returned it to cover the palantir.
***
"You do not know how right you are, Gandalf the grey."
A voice of something likened to the whispers of death speaking to the doomed, cut through the darkness of the dreary hut. A small fire burned violently in one corner, spitting its flame and ash onto the heath. The bent figure approached the flames and sat in a handsome wooden chair facing the warmth.
"Things are coming," it spoke again, no more then a whisper from its dead lips.
"Naught on this plane can hold them back." A silence fell over the room, broken only by the small crackles of the now lessened fire.
"It must be done," fear and urgency could be sensed in its voice
"We have seen it." A struggle of reasoning was being fought in its mind.
"They are the only ones. They are the champions. It is decided."
***
"BUFFY!!!" A deafening scream filled the air.
A girl was in trouble, Buffy had to save her. As buffy woke thinking it was nothing more then a dream she heard it again, this time more clearly.
"Buffy," it came again from below her. 'The First, the potentials,' she thought. She leapt from her bed and to her weapons chest, taking from it a shining axe. Buffy flew out the door and hurried down the stairs. She reached the bottom and continued into the lounge room stopping only to turn on the light.
"Buffy," squeaked Dawn and Kennedy in unison bolting upright. Dawn was holding a role of plumbers tape, Kennedy a large knife. Buffy's eyes scanned the room and saw the potentials, most of which were scribbling on notebooks, huddled in a group against a wall.
"What the hell is going on?" Buffy's eyes narrowed dangerously, she was obviously furious that she had been woken, but more so because she had realised nothing was wrong.
A small whimper came from behind Kennedy. Buffy walked across the room still brandishing her axe. Andrew was taped to a chair. Buffy rolled her eyes and reached down to tare the tape from his mouth.
"Ow, that hurt." Andrew complained, trying to move into a more comfortable position but considering he was taped down, it was no use.
"What's going on?" Buffy asked again. Dawn reddened a little.
"Well." She started in her usual exasperated explanatory manor "I thought-"
"It wasn't just her, Buffy." Kennedy butted in not wanting Dawn to get all the blame.
"We just." Kennedy shot a look to Dawn imploring her to take over. She saw the look on Buffy's face and decided she didn't want to bear the brunt of her rage. Not to mention she was still holding that axe.
"We." Dawn continued "We just thought that we could show the potentials some interrogation techniques," finishing with a faint smile.
Buffy looked over the scene, Dawn looking guilty but confidently back at her, Andrew still taped to the chair eyes begging Buffy to cut him loose, Kennedy trying to avoid Buffy's eyes altogether, then finally the numerous potentials all of whom seemed transfixed and frightened by the axe still in her hand. Realising this Buffy lowered it and let out a big sigh.
"Everyone, bed." The finality in her voice told them all not to question her. They all left the room in silence. "Dawny?" Buffy called back.
"Yeah?" She replied hesitantly.
"Get the light will you?" Dawn flicked off the light before leaving the room.
"Um. guys," Andrew called meekly from the darkness.
***
"What was it? What did they show you?" Willow looked worriedly at Buffy. She could see the fear in Buffy's eyes.
"Buffy?" Willow prompted again. Buffy looked at Willow and frowned.
"Ubervamp," Willow looked puzzled and concerned
"What another one is coming?"
"Ha!" Exclaimed Buffy but no trace of comedy could be felt. "I wish. No Will, I think we are going to have some visitors real soon."
"How many?..."
"Thousands." Willow looked back, utter shock on her face.
"Thousands?" She questioned in a disbelieving voice. Buffy nodded. She didn't want to believe it herself but she knew that it was coming. The First was coming.
***
"I have been fearing this." Giles took his glasses from his face and began to clean them as he did when he was stressed. Replacing them he continued "There isn't much we can do but be prepared."
"Prepared," Anya snapped. "How can we be prepared for thousands of suped up vampires coming to rip our heads off and drink our juicy innards." The group turned to her.
"Thanks Anya for the visual," Xander added with his usual sarcastic candour.
"What, you know I am right. Who do we have? A semi big bad-"
"Oi" Spike chimed in.
"-Miss can't use my magic cause I will kill us all-"
"Hey," Willow added sounding really put out.
"Three prissy girly men," Giles and Xander looked around the room as though Anya was not talking about them. "And a lot of scared little girls," Anya finished.
"We have Buffy!" Dawn said definitely, scowling at Anya. "The Slayer."
"Do we not remember the last time she came up against one of these? Yeah she took it out but she had some fun doing it." The fear in Anya's voice was evident. She knew the coming battle would be the one to end them all.
"Indeed it will be hard." Giles broke the uncomfortable silence "But yes, we do have the Slayer." Buffy looked to him. She knew herself that she would be no match for them all. Not thousands of them.
"The brownies are done." Andrew walked into the room smiling broadly. Seeing the state of the people in the room, and that no one payed him attention, he slumped and sat in a near by chair, his chin resting in his oven-mitted hands. He looked extremely put out.
Buffy looked around the room at all the scared faces. She knew their fate lay with her. She needed help. As though her mind was read a voice answered.
"Help is here."
"Angel," Buffy exclaimed looking up. Her face fell in disbelief. A tear grew in her eye. Several more people walked in behind him.
"Demon!" cried Dawn, Xander, Andrew and Willow
"Hey kittens settle down." Replied Lorne looking slightly worried, he could sense the power in the room.
"Spike!" Angel's once calm face now had a look of fury. "What are you doing here?" Angel motioned towards him.
"Wait!" Buffy yelled, stepping in front of Angel, "This is not the way to say hello." She looked up at Angel, amazement her expression. "What are you doing here?" She spoke in a near whisper.
"Fred-" Angel began. Everyone in the room looked to Gunn not knowing who Fred was.
"No," Angel continued with a small smirk "Fred. Winifred." He motioned towards her. Fred stepped forward smiling in her usual innocent way.
"Hi." Fred said "Nice to meet you all." Angel looked around the room and saw that there was still a lot of confusion.
"This is Gunn." Gunn gave a small smile. He knew there was more to the story than just a simple meeting.
"You all know Wesley and Cordy, you just met Fred and Lorne."
"Hey guys." Cordelia said happily. They all smiled back at her.
"And last but not least Connor". Connor stepped out from behind the rest of them.
"My son." Every jaw in the room dropped.
"Your son." Buffy said in disbelief having the same kind of expression she had when she met Dracula. "How?" She asked in wonderment.
"Darla." Angel replied. Connor looked slightly saddened at the mention of his mother's name. He had never met Darla, yet these strangers seemed to know more about her than he.
"Darla." Buffy and Spike repeated together. Buffy looked shocked as ever but Spike looked highly amused.
"Well, and the plot of an all powerful, evil fed higher power." Fred couldn't help adding.
"This isn't the time." Angel said knowing there were more pressing things to discuss.
"Like I was saying." He went on more determined then ever, the whole room held his attention.
"Fred found a prophecy about the Slayer, well, the Slayers. And the First." The room was so quiet now as though it was made that way by some magic.
"We did some digging and we found something out. We know how to stop it." A look of triumph and hope fell across the room, all accept Buffy.
"You said Slayers?" Buffy questioned shaking her head. "Faith is in prison."
"Hey B, Miss me?"
Buffy turned and standing before her was Faith.
***
"I have missed you." Buffy spoke softly to Angel. They sat at the table in her back yard bathed in the light of the full moon. "How have you been?"
"Hmm." Angel thought about the question "Same old, same old. Just gotta work through it I guess."
They sat together not saying a word to each other for some time. They felt so comforted together like this. When they were together nothing could hurt them.
"Things are coming Buffy. You know it. I know it. If we don't work together all of us, we won't survive. None of us."
Buffy didn't need to answer. They both knew she agreed. She placed her right hand on his. Angel's skin was so cold but it provided Buffy with a warmth she had not felt for a long time.
"I needed you Angel. And you came." She smiled at him. He returned it.
"We need each other. all of us need each other," he added. He loved Cordelia now he couldn't fall for Buffy again. He withdrew his hand from hers and continued
"We have to put our difference aside. If we work together we will win. We have to win. There is no other choice."
"How does it work? What do we do to beat it?" Buffy knew Angel wanted to stop the pure evil. She knew it was always so close to consuming him but now more then ever. He would not let Angelus come out again.
"A spell. Powerful magic. That is why we needed to come here. We need Willow and the Slayers."
"Willow could be a problem." Buffy knew all to well that Willow didn't want to give in to the power, to be evil again.
"She has no choice," Angel added "She must work the magic or we will loose the battle." Buffy looked deep into his eyes.
"The war has begun."