Title: Lord Of The Rings
Author: Someguynamedjack
Rating: PG-13
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Spoilers: None
A few miles away, jut past the outskirts of Sunnydale, a farmer was trying to nap in front of his fire, when he was disturbed by his dog barking wildly into the night. He stepped outside to see what the fuss was all about, and was suddenly filled with an inexplicable sense of dread and fear. Standing in front of him, was a black horse. Black in the darkest sense of the word. On the horse's back was a man, or least what the farmer thought was a man. It wore a jet black cloak, covering every inch of it's body, with a long hood over it's head. The head turned to face the farmer, and the farmer stepped back in fear, for there was nothing to be seen under the hood, other than complete darkness.
'Sunnydale.Summers..' The hooded creature hissed in an unnatural voice.
'W-Wh-What?' the farmer stammered.
'Sunnydale.Summers.' the black rider hissed again.
The farmer managed to raise his arm and point in the general direction of Sunnydale, and the rider took off, riding into the night, gone before the farmer could even say anything else.
'You must leave Sunnydale at once,' Giles told Buffy, wasting no time, grabbing things from around the house and shoving them into a bag.
'Now?' Buffy asked in shock.
'Morning,' Giles told her. 'At Dawn.'
'K,' Buffy answered. 'Alone?'
'No,' Giles said quickly. 'Get someone to go with you, Xander, or Willow.'
'Ok, I'll get Xander to bring his car,' Buffy said, trying to sound enthusiastic about the idea of leaving Sunnydale.
'Good idea,' Giles said.
'Where will you go?' Buffy asked him.
'I will go to the only people who may have the answer on what we can do long term. I will go to the Watcher's council.'
'What? Those guys!' Buffy shouted in anger. 'Do you really think you can trust them?'
'I have no choice,' Giles said. 'Head north, make for the village of Bree, it's about a couple of hundred miles from here. I'll meet you there, at the Inn of The Prancing Pony.'
'And then what?' Buffy asked him.
'I will take you to Rivendell. It's a magical place, where some of the last elves alive live. The ring will be safe there.' He then added, 'for a while anyway.'
'Ok,' Buffy said, 'we'll meet you at the Prancing Pony.'
At that point the door opened, and Xander, Willow and Dawn entered the house.
'Giles!' Willow shouted upon seeing the visitor. 'What are you doing here?'
'Pack up, guys,' Buffy said. 'We're leaving.'
The night was black and the stars could be seen. The vampires were out in force and the people were locked safe in their homes. But one man was walking along the road, when he heard galloping hooves. He looked up, and barely managed to say, 'what the f-' before the rider pulled a sword out from under it's cloak, and cut the man's head from his neck, and then rode off, barely breaking it's stride. As the horse carried on running, it passed a tall red sign, that read.
WELCOME TO SUNNYDALE
A few miles away, jut past the outskirts of Sunnydale, a farmer was trying to nap in front of his fire, when he was disturbed by his dog barking wildly into the night. He stepped outside to see what the fuss was all about, and was suddenly filled with an inexplicable sense of dread and fear. Standing in front of him, was a black horse. Black in the darkest sense of the word. On the horse's back was a man, or least what the farmer thought was a man. It wore a jet black cloak, covering every inch of it's body, with a long hood over it's head. The head turned to face the farmer, and the farmer stepped back in fear, for there was nothing to be seen under the hood, other than complete darkness.
'Sunnydale.Summers..' The hooded creature hissed in an unnatural voice.
'W-Wh-What?' the farmer stammered.
'Sunnydale.Summers.' the black rider hissed again.
The farmer managed to raise his arm and point in the general direction of Sunnydale, and the rider took off, riding into the night, gone before the farmer could even say anything else.
'You must leave Sunnydale at once,' Giles told Buffy, wasting no time, grabbing things from around the house and shoving them into a bag.
'Now?' Buffy asked in shock.
'Morning,' Giles told her. 'At Dawn.'
'K,' Buffy answered. 'Alone?'
'No,' Giles said quickly. 'Get someone to go with you, Xander, or Willow.'
'Ok, I'll get Xander to bring his car,' Buffy said, trying to sound enthusiastic about the idea of leaving Sunnydale.
'Good idea,' Giles said.
'Where will you go?' Buffy asked him.
'I will go to the only people who may have the answer on what we can do long term. I will go to the Watcher's council.'
'What? Those guys!' Buffy shouted in anger. 'Do you really think you can trust them?'
'I have no choice,' Giles said. 'Head north, make for the village of Bree, it's about a couple of hundred miles from here. I'll meet you there, at the Inn of The Prancing Pony.'
'And then what?' Buffy asked him.
'I will take you to Rivendell. It's a magical place, where some of the last elves alive live. The ring will be safe there.' He then added, 'for a while anyway.'
'Ok,' Buffy said, 'we'll meet you at the Prancing Pony.'
At that point the door opened, and Xander, Willow and Dawn entered the house.
'Giles!' Willow shouted upon seeing the visitor. 'What are you doing here?'
'Pack up, guys,' Buffy said. 'We're leaving.'
The night was black and the stars could be seen. The vampires were out in force and the people were locked safe in their homes. But one man was walking along the road, when he heard galloping hooves. He looked up, and barely managed to say, 'what the f-' before the rider pulled a sword out from under it's cloak, and cut the man's head from his neck, and then rode off, barely breaking it's stride. As the horse carried on running, it passed a tall red sign, that read.
WELCOME TO SUNNYDALE