Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy, Joss does. I do not own Lord of
the Rings, Tolkien does. I do not own this idea fully, the people who wrote
the fanfictions mentioned on the page before do mostly. The idea of putting
Dawn in is definitely MINE!
Frodo/Dawn relationship will take a while, since they are currently both wounded and in much pain. Aragorn/Buffy will take long, cause he has yet to dump Arwen, in a manner of speaking. I'll try to do a new chapter soon, but first I have to take a nap to dream it up. Also. the hobbits lent their cloaks to Buffy and Dawn. That's why the elves didn't stare at them.that much. Talk to ya'll later! ~~Havilande Nicollette
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Get Away From Me
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They had all traveled a long ways at the fastest pace that the hobbits could put up with. Strider was worried about Dawn since she did not seem well. He was more worried about Frodo, though, since he knew that he had been stabbed with a wraith sword. They had stopped for a quick rest to recover their strength. Pippin was grumbling about not being able to go any further while Merry was calming him down with talks about tables mounted with food. Pippin shut up after a while, most likely day dreaming about food, again. Buffy layed Dawn down on the ground and tried to look at her shoulder.
"Buffy," Dawn started quietly, "it's not that bad." Buffy shook her head, mumbling about Dawn changing. Dawn used to always say her feelings, or express them somehow. Now, Dawn seemed to hold it all in. It was very unlike her.
"Dawn," Buffy started, "When I said 'hold onto the pain', I meant you just shouldn't scream."
Dawn just rolled her eyes and tried to stand up. She failed and landed in a lump beside Frodo. Frodo gasped. His eyes were turning a very odd color. Sam went over to him and held his hand. His eyes widened in shock.
"Mr. Frodo?" He then turned to Strider. "He's going cold!"
Ever the inquisitive one, Pippin asked, "Is he going to die?"
Strider shook his head. "He's passing into the shadow world. He will soon become a wraith like them."
Buffy looked at him wide-eyed. "You mean, that if you get stabbed by one of those black-thingy's blades, then you turn into one of them?" She was in panic now.
"Yes," Strider answered. "Why?"
"Dawnie was stabbed by one."
"When! Where was she stabbed?" Strider, too, looked panicked.
"The same time as Frodo, duh. When else were we near them!? And she was stabbed in her right shoulder. Why?"
"We could lose her to the wraiths. If we do, you will have to kill her."
Frodo chose that time to gasp in pain, again. They could hear the Nazgul crying in the distance. Pippin looked at Strider.
"They're close. What're we going ta do?
The Nazgul cried out once again.
Strider looked over at Sam. "Sam, do you know the athelas plant?"
Sam looked at him strangely. "Athelas?"
"Kingsfoil," he said quickly.
Sam thought for a moment and then replied, "Kingsfoil- uh, that's a weed."
"Right, it may help to slow the poison. Hurry!" With this, both Sam and Strider went to look for the weed. Buffy remembered Willow using that once, and thought she could help. She followed Strider to look for the weed. Right before she came up to him, a lady with dark hair leaned down. Putting a sword at his neck.
"What's this," she said slowly, "A ranger caught of his guard?"
Buffy heard no more. She still had the hobbits' swords. She went over to the lady, and put a sword to her neck.
"Step away." Buffy demanded.
The lady looked over to her in shock. She clearly had not been expecting someone to sneak up on her. The lady then spoke. "I am Arwen, I am a friend. Glorfindel and I have been searching for you for two days." She took her sword from his neck. "Come, where are the others."
Strider led Arwen and Glorfindel over to the two hobbits. Frodo gasped while Dawn doubled over in pain. The lady spoke to Frodo in a soothing manner.
"Frodo.... Im Arwen. Telin le thaed." Frodo looked at her and gasped. "Lasto beth nin, tolo dan nan galad."
Merry looked at Strider oddly. "Who is she? Who is he?" Merry said the last part while pointing to Glorfindel.
"They're elves!" This came from Sam, who was staring at the lady in an adoring manner. Buffy was standing close to Glorfindel, trying to understand the situation.
"Arwen, the girl was stabbed in her right shoulder, Frodo in the left. They won't last. We must get them to Rivendell."
"Which way is Rivendell?" This came from Buffy.
"It is a straight road, though you have to cross through the forest and through a ford to get there." This came from Arwen. "Why do you ask, young one?"
"My sis is about to become evil. A friend of mine is about to too. I think that's reason enough. I'll take Frodo to Rivendell. Dawnie can ride by herself."
It was Glorfindel who spoke next. "That is not safe, for one as young as you. The Ringwraiths are behind you. They will catch up and take the hobbit from you."
"They're after my sister too, mister!"
Arwen stared at Strider. "Is this true?"
"Yes," he replied, "the hobbits told me about the riders trying to take her."
"Surely," replied Arwen, "you wouldn't want to leave your hobbit friends. I can ride with Frodo, if Dawn will ride alone."
Buffy shook her head. The Nazgul cried again, this time closer. "There is no argument. I am taking them to Rivendell. See ya." At this statement, Buffy hauled Frodo over her shoulder and got on the horse. Dawn looked at Buffy and understood she was supposed to get on the other. She had never ridden before, but trusted the horse for some odd reason.
The two horses took off at break-neck speed. Arwen and Glorfindel had whispered to the horses to go home with these new riders. The horses were obeying. The ride was long and fast.
The horses were about twenty miles away from the river when the Nazgul could be heard behind them. Dawn groaned and almost fell off her horse. At the last minute, Dawn shifted onto the horses back. She didn't fall off. Her horse started going faster then she though possible. Both of the horses ran side-by-side faster then before. Ten miles to the ford. Frodo was gasping and Dawn was groaning. This was really not a happy sight. (A/N : I would do Frodo and Dawn's POV, but it wouldn't be happy at all.)
One mile to the ford. The one of the wraiths reached for Frodo, but Buffy through one of the swords at his head. This stopped one of the five. Three were trying to get to Dawn and one reached for her, she yelled, "Get away from me!", but the wraiths stopped anyway when her horse went through the water. Buffy's horse followed, running through the river, to the other side of the ford. Dawn groaned and lurched forward, falling off her horse. Buffy stopped her horse.
"Dawnie!" She yelled this at the top of her lungs. She stopped her horse and left Frodo on it. She jumped of and picked up Dawn. The wraiths were now crossing the river. Buffy panicked. "HELP ME!!!!!!" Buffy usually didn't ask for help, and she definitely never yelled for it, but this was a major emergency. Five wraiths, one of which was really pissed due to a sword being thrown into its head, were crossing the river to make her sister evil. She only had one sword left. Buffy reached for it, and it wasn't there. "Shit!" Right before the wraiths got to her side, she heard a voice, chanting words. Suddenly, the water came down through the river like horses stampeding. The wraiths tried to get out, but they were too late. The horses and their riders were washed away in the flood.
Buffy picked Dawn up and set her on her horse. She then got up on her own and took off. Dawn followed, though not of her own will. She was half awake, half asleep. Finally, they reached the city. Buffy didn't know where the horse was taking her, but she didn't try to do anything but hold on to Frodo. Frodo, once again, gasped in pain. Many elves were staring at them oddly, not at all like the way the men in Bree had, though. The horses kept running through the streets until they were in front of two men, one of which was very, very, very old (looking). The horses kneeled. Buffy looked at the horses oddly and got off her horse. She set Frodo down and caught Dawn when she stumbled off.
"Who are you?" She asked wearily. The men, or so she thought, only smiled.
"I," started the older (looking) one, "am Gandalf the Grey of the Istari." His eyes twinkled as he looked at her. She got the impression that he was older then he looked, although, he looked pretty old.
The other one then spoke. "I am Lord Elrond, ruler of Rivendell, which is where you are."
"Uh huh," replied Buffy, "Can you help Frodo and Dawnie?"
Elrond replied. "I can heal them to the best of my abilities. Come, we have no time to spare." Servants bustled out of the enormous palace-like place. Buffy hadn't looked around before. She looked around her.
"Whoa."
She then heard Dawn. "Buffy? Who are these people?" Many normal humans couldn't hear her, but Buffy could.
"Dawn, calm down. We found the hospital, there gonna get you healed up, and I'm gonna beat up wizard-man until he tells us how to get home." Dawn calmed at this and nodded, allowing the servants to carry her to a room. Gandalf looked at her oddly and then laughed. "What?"
"I am the wizard-man you spoke of. Are you really going to attempt to 'beat me up' as you put it?"
"You're strange. It was a figure of speech. All I'm gonna do is annoy ya till ya tell me how to get the hell outta here." Buffy said this, trying to be as imposing as she could in what she had on.
"You say I am strange when you and the other female are wearing the oddest clothing I have ever seen. In the case of her, not wearing that much at all in fact."
"Come, child, the servants we lead you to a room for rest. I will send one up to get some clothes for your stay," Lord Elrond said. "Rest well, we are doing all we can for Frodo and Dawn. By the way, what happened to them?"
"Oh! Frodo got stabbed in the left shoulder and Dawn in the right shoulder. Strider said something 'bout a 'Morgul blade'. Whatever that means."
Gandalf and Elrond looked at each other with worried expressions. Gandalf then spoke. "The girl did not look like she was stabbed by one, are you sure? She would have looked like Frodo, near passing."
"I'm sure mister. So go and heal her or I'll beat ya to a pulp. We're not supposed to be here and I'll be damned if I go back without her."
The two just nodded and walked away. 'Man, that Elrond guy was hot! Though he does look older beyond his years. And Gandalf? He looks older then Giles!' All of this was thought in the millisecond before two servants came over to her to show her to her room. This was going to get interesting.
Frodo/Dawn relationship will take a while, since they are currently both wounded and in much pain. Aragorn/Buffy will take long, cause he has yet to dump Arwen, in a manner of speaking. I'll try to do a new chapter soon, but first I have to take a nap to dream it up. Also. the hobbits lent their cloaks to Buffy and Dawn. That's why the elves didn't stare at them.that much. Talk to ya'll later! ~~Havilande Nicollette
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Get Away From Me
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They had all traveled a long ways at the fastest pace that the hobbits could put up with. Strider was worried about Dawn since she did not seem well. He was more worried about Frodo, though, since he knew that he had been stabbed with a wraith sword. They had stopped for a quick rest to recover their strength. Pippin was grumbling about not being able to go any further while Merry was calming him down with talks about tables mounted with food. Pippin shut up after a while, most likely day dreaming about food, again. Buffy layed Dawn down on the ground and tried to look at her shoulder.
"Buffy," Dawn started quietly, "it's not that bad." Buffy shook her head, mumbling about Dawn changing. Dawn used to always say her feelings, or express them somehow. Now, Dawn seemed to hold it all in. It was very unlike her.
"Dawn," Buffy started, "When I said 'hold onto the pain', I meant you just shouldn't scream."
Dawn just rolled her eyes and tried to stand up. She failed and landed in a lump beside Frodo. Frodo gasped. His eyes were turning a very odd color. Sam went over to him and held his hand. His eyes widened in shock.
"Mr. Frodo?" He then turned to Strider. "He's going cold!"
Ever the inquisitive one, Pippin asked, "Is he going to die?"
Strider shook his head. "He's passing into the shadow world. He will soon become a wraith like them."
Buffy looked at him wide-eyed. "You mean, that if you get stabbed by one of those black-thingy's blades, then you turn into one of them?" She was in panic now.
"Yes," Strider answered. "Why?"
"Dawnie was stabbed by one."
"When! Where was she stabbed?" Strider, too, looked panicked.
"The same time as Frodo, duh. When else were we near them!? And she was stabbed in her right shoulder. Why?"
"We could lose her to the wraiths. If we do, you will have to kill her."
Frodo chose that time to gasp in pain, again. They could hear the Nazgul crying in the distance. Pippin looked at Strider.
"They're close. What're we going ta do?
The Nazgul cried out once again.
Strider looked over at Sam. "Sam, do you know the athelas plant?"
Sam looked at him strangely. "Athelas?"
"Kingsfoil," he said quickly.
Sam thought for a moment and then replied, "Kingsfoil- uh, that's a weed."
"Right, it may help to slow the poison. Hurry!" With this, both Sam and Strider went to look for the weed. Buffy remembered Willow using that once, and thought she could help. She followed Strider to look for the weed. Right before she came up to him, a lady with dark hair leaned down. Putting a sword at his neck.
"What's this," she said slowly, "A ranger caught of his guard?"
Buffy heard no more. She still had the hobbits' swords. She went over to the lady, and put a sword to her neck.
"Step away." Buffy demanded.
The lady looked over to her in shock. She clearly had not been expecting someone to sneak up on her. The lady then spoke. "I am Arwen, I am a friend. Glorfindel and I have been searching for you for two days." She took her sword from his neck. "Come, where are the others."
Strider led Arwen and Glorfindel over to the two hobbits. Frodo gasped while Dawn doubled over in pain. The lady spoke to Frodo in a soothing manner.
"Frodo.... Im Arwen. Telin le thaed." Frodo looked at her and gasped. "Lasto beth nin, tolo dan nan galad."
Merry looked at Strider oddly. "Who is she? Who is he?" Merry said the last part while pointing to Glorfindel.
"They're elves!" This came from Sam, who was staring at the lady in an adoring manner. Buffy was standing close to Glorfindel, trying to understand the situation.
"Arwen, the girl was stabbed in her right shoulder, Frodo in the left. They won't last. We must get them to Rivendell."
"Which way is Rivendell?" This came from Buffy.
"It is a straight road, though you have to cross through the forest and through a ford to get there." This came from Arwen. "Why do you ask, young one?"
"My sis is about to become evil. A friend of mine is about to too. I think that's reason enough. I'll take Frodo to Rivendell. Dawnie can ride by herself."
It was Glorfindel who spoke next. "That is not safe, for one as young as you. The Ringwraiths are behind you. They will catch up and take the hobbit from you."
"They're after my sister too, mister!"
Arwen stared at Strider. "Is this true?"
"Yes," he replied, "the hobbits told me about the riders trying to take her."
"Surely," replied Arwen, "you wouldn't want to leave your hobbit friends. I can ride with Frodo, if Dawn will ride alone."
Buffy shook her head. The Nazgul cried again, this time closer. "There is no argument. I am taking them to Rivendell. See ya." At this statement, Buffy hauled Frodo over her shoulder and got on the horse. Dawn looked at Buffy and understood she was supposed to get on the other. She had never ridden before, but trusted the horse for some odd reason.
The two horses took off at break-neck speed. Arwen and Glorfindel had whispered to the horses to go home with these new riders. The horses were obeying. The ride was long and fast.
The horses were about twenty miles away from the river when the Nazgul could be heard behind them. Dawn groaned and almost fell off her horse. At the last minute, Dawn shifted onto the horses back. She didn't fall off. Her horse started going faster then she though possible. Both of the horses ran side-by-side faster then before. Ten miles to the ford. Frodo was gasping and Dawn was groaning. This was really not a happy sight. (A/N : I would do Frodo and Dawn's POV, but it wouldn't be happy at all.)
One mile to the ford. The one of the wraiths reached for Frodo, but Buffy through one of the swords at his head. This stopped one of the five. Three were trying to get to Dawn and one reached for her, she yelled, "Get away from me!", but the wraiths stopped anyway when her horse went through the water. Buffy's horse followed, running through the river, to the other side of the ford. Dawn groaned and lurched forward, falling off her horse. Buffy stopped her horse.
"Dawnie!" She yelled this at the top of her lungs. She stopped her horse and left Frodo on it. She jumped of and picked up Dawn. The wraiths were now crossing the river. Buffy panicked. "HELP ME!!!!!!" Buffy usually didn't ask for help, and she definitely never yelled for it, but this was a major emergency. Five wraiths, one of which was really pissed due to a sword being thrown into its head, were crossing the river to make her sister evil. She only had one sword left. Buffy reached for it, and it wasn't there. "Shit!" Right before the wraiths got to her side, she heard a voice, chanting words. Suddenly, the water came down through the river like horses stampeding. The wraiths tried to get out, but they were too late. The horses and their riders were washed away in the flood.
Buffy picked Dawn up and set her on her horse. She then got up on her own and took off. Dawn followed, though not of her own will. She was half awake, half asleep. Finally, they reached the city. Buffy didn't know where the horse was taking her, but she didn't try to do anything but hold on to Frodo. Frodo, once again, gasped in pain. Many elves were staring at them oddly, not at all like the way the men in Bree had, though. The horses kept running through the streets until they were in front of two men, one of which was very, very, very old (looking). The horses kneeled. Buffy looked at the horses oddly and got off her horse. She set Frodo down and caught Dawn when she stumbled off.
"Who are you?" She asked wearily. The men, or so she thought, only smiled.
"I," started the older (looking) one, "am Gandalf the Grey of the Istari." His eyes twinkled as he looked at her. She got the impression that he was older then he looked, although, he looked pretty old.
The other one then spoke. "I am Lord Elrond, ruler of Rivendell, which is where you are."
"Uh huh," replied Buffy, "Can you help Frodo and Dawnie?"
Elrond replied. "I can heal them to the best of my abilities. Come, we have no time to spare." Servants bustled out of the enormous palace-like place. Buffy hadn't looked around before. She looked around her.
"Whoa."
She then heard Dawn. "Buffy? Who are these people?" Many normal humans couldn't hear her, but Buffy could.
"Dawn, calm down. We found the hospital, there gonna get you healed up, and I'm gonna beat up wizard-man until he tells us how to get home." Dawn calmed at this and nodded, allowing the servants to carry her to a room. Gandalf looked at her oddly and then laughed. "What?"
"I am the wizard-man you spoke of. Are you really going to attempt to 'beat me up' as you put it?"
"You're strange. It was a figure of speech. All I'm gonna do is annoy ya till ya tell me how to get the hell outta here." Buffy said this, trying to be as imposing as she could in what she had on.
"You say I am strange when you and the other female are wearing the oddest clothing I have ever seen. In the case of her, not wearing that much at all in fact."
"Come, child, the servants we lead you to a room for rest. I will send one up to get some clothes for your stay," Lord Elrond said. "Rest well, we are doing all we can for Frodo and Dawn. By the way, what happened to them?"
"Oh! Frodo got stabbed in the left shoulder and Dawn in the right shoulder. Strider said something 'bout a 'Morgul blade'. Whatever that means."
Gandalf and Elrond looked at each other with worried expressions. Gandalf then spoke. "The girl did not look like she was stabbed by one, are you sure? She would have looked like Frodo, near passing."
"I'm sure mister. So go and heal her or I'll beat ya to a pulp. We're not supposed to be here and I'll be damned if I go back without her."
The two just nodded and walked away. 'Man, that Elrond guy was hot! Though he does look older beyond his years. And Gandalf? He looks older then Giles!' All of this was thought in the millisecond before two servants came over to her to show her to her room. This was going to get interesting.
