Author's note: Thanks for NO ONE reading my story except my friends when I
tell them to. If your just reading this story for the first time now you
should be ashamed for being so rude and nasty to me. YOU BIG MEANIE!
Anywho, now that we're all feeling a little calmer.this chapter should be
cooler.more characters and all.so read it and don't weep. That's only funny
to me isn't it.well, as Shellie says I'm a crazy-insane (dillusional)
-Drusilla-like person. Oh well.she's Willow, so it doesn't matter to me. Ha
ha Shellie.
Disclaimer: No.I don't own anything, not even a hamster. Too bad.I wanted a hamster. Much with the confusion from the crazy-insane (dillusional) -Drusilla-like person.
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The Scooby Gang had come back from IHOP, after stalling for as long as they could. Buffy stepped in the door first, ready for an attack from the ugly fish-loving creature. No such luck, just a blinding light and a high screech from the basement that Buffy recognized as Gollum's (she had been hearing it even through her sleep) and a lower, more masculine one, that was obviously Spike's.
"Why in blood-er.why is he here?" she yelled for no one, and slammed down the stairs. The bright light was coming from a portal with a hand sticking out of it, and Buffy stopped for a moment to admire the irony, until a sudden grunt from Spike hinted that he was playing tog-of-war with the had over their only piece of evidence.Gollum.
"ACH! Let us go! We does nothing.we hurtses no one.stop pulling!!!"
Buffy grabbed Spike's end of the rope and in a delayed burst of slayer strength, sent Gollum, the hand, and all the things attached to the hand hurtling toward the wall.and Buffy landing on Spike. Gollum scrambled up and wrapped his own hands back around the pole, and Spike got up to inspect their new clues. Buffy didn't really want him to get up, it was.comfortable.
There was a blonde guy, with really long hair.and pointy ears? Buffy thought maybe it was a Halloween costume.that someone liked too much and wore it all the time, or something. There was another guy, with a kind of rugged looking goatee and a black cloak. Then there was a short guy with a braided beard.this was getting really bizarre.
"WILLOW!" Buffy screamed, hoping that with all Will's knowledge of things paranormal and strange, she would know why people dressed this way.
"What, what, what?" Willow frantically scrambled down the stairs, ready to help Buffy do something of importance.nope, Buffy needed her brain again.
"What are these people doing in my basement.and why are they dressed like a costume party gone wrong?" Buffy asked mostly to herself. "And what did they want with Gollum?"
"Well.probably the only people who know Gollum is here are us, and the people from his home.so I could go get the book- NO!"
"WHAT?" Buffy whirled around, hoping there was someone there to catch her roundhouse kick. No such luck, Spike ducked, and Buffy lost her balance.and fell in his lap again.
"Whoa there, luv." The name.he said the name.
"These are all characters from the book.this, I believe, is Legolas. An elven prince of Mirkwood. This is Aragorn, or Strider. Heir to the throne of Gondor, he is now a Ranger. This is the Dwarf, Gimli, son of Gloin."
"Willow, where do you keep all this information?" Buffy asked with a grin. Willow pointed to her head, and smiled.
"Uh, luv, as much as you know I'm enjoying this comfortable spot here, Xander-boy is giving me angry looks from at the top of the stairs, and I think I'm lying on some sort of sword." Spike raised his eyebrows at Buffy.
"Oh.well, yeah. Of course." Buffy reluctantly got up. Just then, Buffy saw the elf's eyes flutter open, and he sprang to his feet, dragging the half sleeping cloaked guy with him, and kicking the braided-beard dwarf awake.
"Who are you? I mean.state your name and business."
"Well, LEGOLAS (making it clear he knew that she knew who he was) , My business is that you were trying to steal our little clue here.and this is my house so I think you'd better answer that question first. Over pop.or tea, or something?"
When they went upstairs, Aragorn was the only one who liked root beer, and it turned out that Gimli had some rather nasty side effects to it. Xander and Gimli were having a burping contest and they could still smell the reek of Gimli's breath.
Disclaimer: No.I don't own anything, not even a hamster. Too bad.I wanted a hamster. Much with the confusion from the crazy-insane (dillusional) -Drusilla-like person.
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The Scooby Gang had come back from IHOP, after stalling for as long as they could. Buffy stepped in the door first, ready for an attack from the ugly fish-loving creature. No such luck, just a blinding light and a high screech from the basement that Buffy recognized as Gollum's (she had been hearing it even through her sleep) and a lower, more masculine one, that was obviously Spike's.
"Why in blood-er.why is he here?" she yelled for no one, and slammed down the stairs. The bright light was coming from a portal with a hand sticking out of it, and Buffy stopped for a moment to admire the irony, until a sudden grunt from Spike hinted that he was playing tog-of-war with the had over their only piece of evidence.Gollum.
"ACH! Let us go! We does nothing.we hurtses no one.stop pulling!!!"
Buffy grabbed Spike's end of the rope and in a delayed burst of slayer strength, sent Gollum, the hand, and all the things attached to the hand hurtling toward the wall.and Buffy landing on Spike. Gollum scrambled up and wrapped his own hands back around the pole, and Spike got up to inspect their new clues. Buffy didn't really want him to get up, it was.comfortable.
There was a blonde guy, with really long hair.and pointy ears? Buffy thought maybe it was a Halloween costume.that someone liked too much and wore it all the time, or something. There was another guy, with a kind of rugged looking goatee and a black cloak. Then there was a short guy with a braided beard.this was getting really bizarre.
"WILLOW!" Buffy screamed, hoping that with all Will's knowledge of things paranormal and strange, she would know why people dressed this way.
"What, what, what?" Willow frantically scrambled down the stairs, ready to help Buffy do something of importance.nope, Buffy needed her brain again.
"What are these people doing in my basement.and why are they dressed like a costume party gone wrong?" Buffy asked mostly to herself. "And what did they want with Gollum?"
"Well.probably the only people who know Gollum is here are us, and the people from his home.so I could go get the book- NO!"
"WHAT?" Buffy whirled around, hoping there was someone there to catch her roundhouse kick. No such luck, Spike ducked, and Buffy lost her balance.and fell in his lap again.
"Whoa there, luv." The name.he said the name.
"These are all characters from the book.this, I believe, is Legolas. An elven prince of Mirkwood. This is Aragorn, or Strider. Heir to the throne of Gondor, he is now a Ranger. This is the Dwarf, Gimli, son of Gloin."
"Willow, where do you keep all this information?" Buffy asked with a grin. Willow pointed to her head, and smiled.
"Uh, luv, as much as you know I'm enjoying this comfortable spot here, Xander-boy is giving me angry looks from at the top of the stairs, and I think I'm lying on some sort of sword." Spike raised his eyebrows at Buffy.
"Oh.well, yeah. Of course." Buffy reluctantly got up. Just then, Buffy saw the elf's eyes flutter open, and he sprang to his feet, dragging the half sleeping cloaked guy with him, and kicking the braided-beard dwarf awake.
"Who are you? I mean.state your name and business."
"Well, LEGOLAS (making it clear he knew that she knew who he was) , My business is that you were trying to steal our little clue here.and this is my house so I think you'd better answer that question first. Over pop.or tea, or something?"
When they went upstairs, Aragorn was the only one who liked root beer, and it turned out that Gimli had some rather nasty side effects to it. Xander and Gimli were having a burping contest and they could still smell the reek of Gimli's breath.
