Chapter 3

AN: I wish I owned Legolas, but I don't. As for the rest, it would be nice. Please don't sue me, all I have are my computer, and 2 pennies. Thanks. Please read, and review. This is my first story, and I wanna know how I'm doing.

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And on with the new chapter

Chapter 3

Dawn's POV

I listened as the old man told me about the ring, and Sauron, and all of that. Unfortunately I kept getting distracted by all the magic surrounding him. Hey it's not easy to focus when your feeling magic screaming at you.
I finally looked at him, and said, "Are you a magic worker?"
I think his first reaction was to ask me how I knew, but he thought about it, and simply said, "Yes."
"Cool." I said with a smile, and gestured for him to continue.
After hearing the whole story, I picked up my fork, and took a bite of the food that Sam had given to me. After chewing, and swallowing I looked at all of them, and said, "So what happens to me?"
Aragorn thought about that for a second, and said, "We cannot take you back to Rivendell, and it is too dangerous for you to come with us all the way. We will find the nearest village and get you settled in comfortably."
I felt my temper rise at this, and I watched as the hobbits looked at me in alarm. I guess I really shouldn't blame him for having said this, since they really don't know about my past. They didn't know that I lived on the hell mouth, and have been fighting vampires and demons for years, but it was still demeaning. I mean I might be a girl, and a little fragile looking, ok maybe a lot, but still.
I stood up, and looked at Aragorn with my resolve face on, and said, "Someone hand me a sword."
Boromir simply looked shocked, as Gandalf handed me his blade with a small smirk. I checked the weight, making sure I knew the sword well enough, and checking the balance. I murmured in assent when I figured it out it was sound. I looked at Aragorn, and smirked.
"Let's dance, babe."
He looked floored, and shook his head no, so I proceeded to attack him. I did a practice thrust to get the feel of the length, and he jumped out of the way, finally pulling his sword out. I proceeded to show him just what the sister of the slayer could do. Thank the goddess for combat training with Giles, and Buffy. Several minutes of great moves, and our battle ended with him on his back, and me standing over him with a triumphant smile.
The rest of the group was simply watching with stunned looks on their faces, except Gandalf, who simply smiled, looking pleased.
"I've been fighting for three years against things that would scare even you. I am in no way useless or helpless. Got the idea?" I asked, backing off, and letting the man get to his feet.
He looked at me, and said, "It isn't your fight. Why do you wish to come?"
I thought about this a moment, and said, "I don't believe in chance. Everything happens for a reason, and whatever brought me here," I paused staring at the sky in hatred, "brought me to you. I was sent here to help with your mission. After all, I've been fighting evil for years, and, boy, can I tell you that the ring that you're carrying, Frodo, is the most evil thing I've felt."
Frodo nodded, with a tired look. We all went back to our meals, and I watched as the sun slowly set. I scratched at my arms, and finally noticed the cuts that Glory had given me, and shiver in the night.
Legolas, who I know had been watching me, suddenly speaks, "For one so young, you seem like a true warrior. Who trained you?"
"My sister, Buffy." I paused, homesickness washing through me, "She didn't like the fact, but living on the mouth of hell kinda guaranteed that I would have no choice in the matter. Learning how to kill can mean the difference between seeing the sun, or being dinner for some vamp." I suddenly jumped up, "Oh My Goddess." I shrieked, finally noticing my hair, "I look like shit."
The others watched in mild shock as I paced back, and forth, "I need a bath, and a hairbrush, and something to wear. I can't believe it."
Aragorn chuckled, "Leave it to a woman to think about her looks." He quickly stopped at my glare, "I can take you to a river near here to clean, and I'm sure we can get you some clothes, although they won't be proper for a woman."
I looked down at my bare feet, "Got any shoes?"
He smiled, but shook his head regretfully.
Sigh, nothing is ever easy when you're a woman.