Title: Lord Of The Rings
Author: Someguynamedjack
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy, Lord Of The Rings or anything else
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Distribution: Just ask
Spoilers : Season six
It was a warm day in Sunnydale California when Rupert Giles stepped out of the airport. But then it usually was in comparison to England. When the taxi pulled up along side the main entrance, Giles picked up his suitcase, and stepped inside. Once inside, he took a long deep breath. It would be interesting coming back after all this time.
In the heart of Sunnydale, things were a mess. Xander, Willow, and Dawn were preparing the long expected party. Throughout Sunnydale invitations had gone out. The slayer was turning 25. A record, actually, if one could be bothered to look these things up. Most of the time though, one couldn't be bothered. The bronze, Sunnydale's most reputable club (and only club, coincidentally), had been hired out for the night. The place was going to be packed, friends of Buffy, old and new, would be there. The day before the party, a lonely taxi cab made it's way to 1630 Revello drive.
The car pulled up in front of the house, Giles stepped out, and only moments later, the taxi drove off. He stood at the bottom of the garden, staring down at the house, feeling slightly overwhelmed. Nothing appeared to have changed since his last visit, which was probably a good thing.
He finally made his way down the garden path, and only half way there, a triumphant voice shouted after him,
'Your late.'
He turned to his left to see Willow Rosenberg standing on the garden watching him.
'I am not late,' he protested. 'I have arrived exactly when I meant to.'
Willow just stared at him skeptically for a second before laughing. She then ran down to hug him.
'Giles! You haven't been down to visit us in ages!' She informed him, which he thought was quite pointless, as he already knew this. 'We were beginning to think you'd forgotten all about us people in here in Sunnydale.'
'Well, I tried to,' Giles joked, 'but it's harder than you would think.'
Willow broke off the hug and playfully slapped him on the arm.
'Anyway, I gotta go, more party organizations,' she said with the air of a person whose purpose it was in life clean toilets. 'Will it ever end?'
'I suppose it will all be over by tomorrow,' Giles, said sympathetically.
'Yeah, anyway, see ya later,' she chirped, and turned to leave. She then stopped and turned to face him, before saying, 'It's glad you're back Giles.'
'So am I,' he told her, before she left. 'So am I,' he repeated quietly to himself, before finally walking the rest of the way up to the house. When he reached the door, he waited yet another moment before knocking.
'No thank you!' A voice shouted from inside. 'No "my invitation must have got lost in the mail," no well-wishers, and no salesmen!'
'How about very old friends?' Giles shouted.
The door opened almost instantly, and a small face appeared behind it. The face of Buffy Summers.
'Giles? Giles!' she shouted, running forward to hug her former watcher. The two embraced for a minute or two, before Buffy broke off. 'Come on in,' he said, and rushed off into the house, followed by Giles.
'Would like some tea?' she asked him, once inside the kitchen. 'Or something else, I could cook you something?'
No, tea will be fine,' Giles assured her.
As Buffy scrambled around the kitchen making tea, Giles looked around the house. Signs of the other two people living in the house, Willow and Dawn, were evident. Willow's computer, Dawn's UC Sunnydale homework scattered about.
'I tell ya,' Buffy shouted from the kitchen, 'looks like tomorrow will be a night to remember, that's for sure.'
It was a warm day in Sunnydale California when Rupert Giles stepped out of the airport. But then it usually was in comparison to England. When the taxi pulled up along side the main entrance, Giles picked up his suitcase, and stepped inside. Once inside, he took a long deep breath. It would be interesting coming back after all this time.
In the heart of Sunnydale, things were a mess. Xander, Willow, and Dawn were preparing the long expected party. Throughout Sunnydale invitations had gone out. The slayer was turning 25. A record, actually, if one could be bothered to look these things up. Most of the time though, one couldn't be bothered. The bronze, Sunnydale's most reputable club (and only club, coincidentally), had been hired out for the night. The place was going to be packed, friends of Buffy, old and new, would be there. The day before the party, a lonely taxi cab made it's way to 1630 Revello drive.
The car pulled up in front of the house, Giles stepped out, and only moments later, the taxi drove off. He stood at the bottom of the garden, staring down at the house, feeling slightly overwhelmed. Nothing appeared to have changed since his last visit, which was probably a good thing.
He finally made his way down the garden path, and only half way there, a triumphant voice shouted after him,
'Your late.'
He turned to his left to see Willow Rosenberg standing on the garden watching him.
'I am not late,' he protested. 'I have arrived exactly when I meant to.'
Willow just stared at him skeptically for a second before laughing. She then ran down to hug him.
'Giles! You haven't been down to visit us in ages!' She informed him, which he thought was quite pointless, as he already knew this. 'We were beginning to think you'd forgotten all about us people in here in Sunnydale.'
'Well, I tried to,' Giles joked, 'but it's harder than you would think.'
Willow broke off the hug and playfully slapped him on the arm.
'Anyway, I gotta go, more party organizations,' she said with the air of a person whose purpose it was in life clean toilets. 'Will it ever end?'
'I suppose it will all be over by tomorrow,' Giles, said sympathetically.
'Yeah, anyway, see ya later,' she chirped, and turned to leave. She then stopped and turned to face him, before saying, 'It's glad you're back Giles.'
'So am I,' he told her, before she left. 'So am I,' he repeated quietly to himself, before finally walking the rest of the way up to the house. When he reached the door, he waited yet another moment before knocking.
'No thank you!' A voice shouted from inside. 'No "my invitation must have got lost in the mail," no well-wishers, and no salesmen!'
'How about very old friends?' Giles shouted.
The door opened almost instantly, and a small face appeared behind it. The face of Buffy Summers.
'Giles? Giles!' she shouted, running forward to hug her former watcher. The two embraced for a minute or two, before Buffy broke off. 'Come on in,' he said, and rushed off into the house, followed by Giles.
'Would like some tea?' she asked him, once inside the kitchen. 'Or something else, I could cook you something?'
No, tea will be fine,' Giles assured her.
As Buffy scrambled around the kitchen making tea, Giles looked around the house. Signs of the other two people living in the house, Willow and Dawn, were evident. Willow's computer, Dawn's UC Sunnydale homework scattered about.
'I tell ya,' Buffy shouted from the kitchen, 'looks like tomorrow will be a night to remember, that's for sure.'