Chapter 3 - Powers revealed and The Council of Elrond

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Summary: Buffy, Willow and Faith end up in Middle Earth and have no idea who they are.

A/N: This is set before the fight with Caleb but during Dirty Girls, so Faith is here and Molly is still alive at this point. A/N: Anything in is in elvish.

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Buffy followed the elf who had introduced himself as Lindir. Her footsteps almost as light as his. Lindir was slightly taken by surprise as most humans had heavier footfalls. However surprised he was, he kept his expression neutral. She was being taken to something called the Council of Elrond(whatever that was).

As they approached the Council, Buffy could feel the atmosphere grow tense as all eyes fell on her. A noise behind her told her that some else had arrived. She turned her head to see a petite and nervous looking redhead and an energetic brunette, a real biker chick, who apparently had a dislike for dresses. There was a feeling of familiarity and she was sure she had known them from somewhere.

She turned her head back to the men(, elves and dwarves) at the Council. One, who was standing, pointed her and the other two girls to three empty chairs next to a man with long blond hair with two braids. Buffy realized with a start that he was one of the two she attacked last night. The redhead and the brunette reluctantly took their places. Leaving one place right next to blondie. The Slayer sat down next to him, hoping that he didn't recognise her.(He does, of course) She glanced at him and her eyes settled on his ears. His pointed ears. She broke her glance knowing that it was rude to stare. The man, wait he had pointed ears too, started speaking. Buffy thought he was either a good demon or a fairytale creature.

"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You have been summoned to answer the threat of Mordor. All Middle Earth now stands on the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate, this one doom. Bring forth the ring, Frodo."

Frodo moved forward to place the Ring on a pedestal in the centre of the circle.

"It is true."

A man from the South stood up and started to speak "In a dream I saw the eastern sky grow dark but in the West a pale light lingered. A voice was crying 'Doom is near at hand. Isildur's Bane has been found.' Isildur's Bane"

He was getting closer to the Ring .

"Boromir"

Gandalf stood up and starting reciting the words on the Ring. "Ash nazg durbatuluk Ash nazg gimbatul Ash nazg thrakatuluk Agh burzum-ishi krimpatul"

As the wizard said this, Willow uttered a banshee like cry. All eyes fell on her. Her hair and eyes were completely black, showing the immense power she had but was unaware of. When he finished speaking, the witch's hair and eyes almost immediately turned back to their normal colour.

Faith turned to Willow and said "Are you alright? This was some mojo you worked."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I couldn't stop it. But I'll be fine."

As Lord Elrond couldn't see anything wrong with her and he decided he'd talk to her later, he continued,

"Never before has anybody muttered those words of that tongue her in Imladris."

"I do not ask for your pardon, Master Elrond. The Black Speech may yet be heard in every corner of the West. The Ring is altogether evil."

"The doom of man"

Boromir stood up again. "It is a gift. A gift to the foes of Mordor. Why not use this ring? Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor kept the forces of Mordor at bay, by the blood of my people are your lands kept safe. Give Gondor the weapon of the Enemy. Let us use it against him."

The Man to the right of Faith said "You cannot wield this ring. None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other matter."

"What would a Ranger know of this matter?"

Blondie next to Buffy stood up. "This is no mere Ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance."

"Aragorn? This is Isildur's heir?"

Buffy, Willow and Faith all felt the power of the Ring. They each had the temptation to pick it up but each time they resisted it.

"You have only one choice. The Ring must be destroyed."

"Then what are we waiting for?"

A short, hairy guy with an axe stood up and slammed it down on the table in front of him. It shattered and he fell back on the floor.

"The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli son of Gloin, by any craft that we here possess. It was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came. One of you must do this."

Boromir said "One does not simply walk into Mordor. Its Black Gates are guarded by more than just Orcs. There is evil that does not sleep. The Great Eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland riddled with fire and ash and dust. The very air that you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly."

Blondie stood up again "Have you nothing Lord Elrond just said. The Ring must be destroyed."

"I suppose you think you're the one to do it."

"If we fail, what then? What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?"

" I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an elf."

"Never trust an elf."

As the argument continued, one voice rose above all others. "Do you not understand? While you bicker amongst, Sauron's power grows! None can escape it. You'll all be destroyed."

"I will take it. I will take it. I will take the Ring to Mordor though-though I do not know the way."

A short man with hairy feet had said this. The others were staring at him in surprise. The wizard joined him.

" I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins. As long as it is yours to bear."

As did Aragorn.

"If by my life or death, I can protect you, then I will. You have my sword."

"And you have my bow."

"And my axe."

"You carry the fates of us all, little one. If this indeed the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done."

Another hairy footed little man appeared from the bushes to stand at Frodo's side.

"Here, Mr Frodo's not going anywhere without me,"

"No. Indeed, it is hardly possible to separate you even when he is invited to a secret council and you are not."

Then another two appeared.

"Oi, we're coming too. You'll have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us."

"Besides you need people of intelligent on this sort of mission.quest.thing."

"Well, that rules you out, Pip."

"Excuse me, hi. What about us? I mean, you called us for a reason right." Lord Elrond nodded "What are we supposed to do?"

"Do you wish to join them?"

"So, lemme get this straight. We're going on a cross-country march to go and drop a piece of jewellery in this Mount Doom." Off everyone's look. "Okay, count me in. Blondie, Red what about you two?"

"Fine." (at the same time)

"So be it. You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring."

"Great. Where are we going?"

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