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 stories mentioned on the page before (the page before the page before
the page before the page.etc.) do mostly. The idea of putting Dawn in is
definitely MINE! (I second that, wait I firsted it, BLASTED!!)
I know most of you hated last chapter, so I ask that you read it again. I changed a few things, though not all. I am one of the people that happen to think Dawn goes through more than Buffy. I am also one of the people who think Buffy is a self-centered bitch, and I am trying to refrain from putting that in my story. And I might actually change my relationship pairing to Dawn/Pippin, mostly because Dawn cannot go into Mordor, you got that? Okay, keep reading and reviewing! I actually reached my goal of at least three flames.
* = thinking to self " = saying = doing and just thinking (( )) = memory
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Long Talks and Points of View
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(( Dawn Point of View, until I notify you of otherwise ))
*I had gotten over my self-absorbness. Though I still wasn't a happy camper. Who could be? I was stuck god knows where with god knows who trying to do god knows what to me. It was quite confusing. Buffy should understand me. She did die, two times? Three times? How many funerals have I been too? How many people have died? Buffy, mom, Buffy, Giles, Buffy, Tara. The list goes on. It makes me feel so alone.*
I got up. The sun was shining through the windows. *This is heaven. Heaven in the middle of hell. What a happy thought.* I put on the forbidden shirt of Buffy's that had shrunk. Unlike her, I didn't feel embarassed in it. I felt at home. It had been Tara's, then Willow's, and then she had given it to Buffy. I put on my not-so-forbidden pants. Lovely jeans. *Am I all nice and pretty-ful?* I look in the mirror. My reflection looks back at me. *Not pretty. Not good looking. Ugly. Buffy is so beautiful. I'm so ugly.*
I open the door of the room and walk to Pippin's room. He could always make me smile. I knock, he should be here. It's only a little past sunrise. He gets up about now. The door opens. Pippin stands there, smiling. Smiling Frodo's smile. Smiling Merry's smile. Smiling the smile that no one can refuse. He knows I need directions to go eat. He immedietly takes my hand and walks to Merry's room. Merry opens his door and grabs my other hand, eying my outfit. I shrug and keep walking. I have two cute hobbits on both sides and I am going to enjoy this feeling of flip-floppy butterflies. We get to the dining hall and eat. We talk about the Shire, about their families, about how they are related to Frodo. *I wish I was related to someone. Though I'm not really. Only Buffy. Cause they made me from her.* We talk, and I smile. I smile a true smile, not the fake one, not the goofy one, but the true one. The one that says I'm happy.
Later on, Pippin and Merry take me to a small waterfall they found. We splish and splash and have fun. Frodo joins us sometime later and we gang up on him. While walking back to my room to change clothes, a servant comes up to me, saying that Lord Elrond wishes to see me. *Shit!* She helps me change my clothes and takes me to see him. We walk an endless walk. Through one corridor, to the right, straight forward, through the center, to the left.. Finally, she leads me to a door a gestures for me to go through it. *I'm in big shit. Very big shit. Why does he want to talk to me? He would only talk to me if I was in big shit.* She gives up and opens the door, pushing me through unwillingly.
I look around. *big shit* He stands, from behind a desk. He smiles and gestures for me to sit across from him. *he might know I know why they want me. He may ask, and I may answer. I so want to answer. I so want to tell.*
He started to speak once I sat down. "You know why Sauron wants you." I nodded for yes. "You are sworn not to tell." I shake my head for no.
*No, I never swore. She just told me not to. I disobey often.*
"Why, then, will you not tell me why he wants you. Why you are so important to him that he will send his wraiths after you."
I replied, in a scared voice. "If I tell you, then I get a sirius kick-ass whoopin from Buffy. Besides, you wouldn't understand."
"I think I would understand. Buffy is just trying to protect you. I can feel something in your aura, something that says you are not what you appear to be. What is it, I wonder, that makes you so different from other humans?"
"Who said I was human?" This came from me. I wasn't human, not really. Suddenly, I heard Gandalf's voice, so much like Giles.
"If you are not human, than what are you. Not a dwarf, nor a hobbit. Not an elf, surely. What then could you be?"
"I'm not sure what you would call it. Or even if you would call it anything." *Allright, if they don't kill me then Buffy will. I am in so big shit. I am not going to be in one piece by tomorrow.*
This seemed to confuse them. This was going to be a long day. "Lady Buffy would not tell us about it. She said that we could never understand you or her. If you cannot explain yourself, then please, explain Buffy to us." Lord Elrond said this.
"Buffy, well, Buffy is .Buffy."
*Should I tell them? Yeah, duh self. Just don't tell them about yourself. Don't wanna freak them out.*
"She is the one chosen to fight the forces of darkness in our world. The only one able to do so. She's all important in our world, though no one knows it. Kinda like Aragorn. He's a king, though not to the rest of the world. Buffy is like a savior that no one knows exists." Great talking self.
"Ah, you compare Lady Buffy to Lord Aragorn. That may be why they converse often. Who would you compare yourself to?" Gandalf was speaking again.
"I'm kinda like.well, like you and Pippin mixed. I'm a Gandalf-Pippin. Is that even possible? Oh well. I have all this power, and yet, I'm as innocent as a young hobbit." Go self, that's how you explain yourself.
"What kind of power, I wonder?" Will Gandalf guy stop talking yet?
"If I told you that, then I'd have ta kill ya." Go me. I'm threatening them now.
"Why do you threaten me? What is it that I shouldn't know?"
Okay, this guy knew what he was doing to me. He knows I want to tell him. He knows I'm not allowed. I'm starting to feel threatened. I cower back in the chair for safety. Come on, self. Think of a quick reply.
"If you shouldn't know than do you think I am going to tell you?" Self, you're gonna die now. He is going to kill you. Why oh why did I just say that? Why did I have to say THAT!! I'm starting to sound like Buffy.
"You should not speak like that to your elders." That was Elrond. "It is very rude and often punished for speaking as you do. Since you are not from here, I have let it slide so far. I warn you to not use that tone again."
*Big shit. Very big shit. I'm going to sink in this large mound of shit. Oh help me. Come on self, do something.* I smiled sweetly. *Anything but that!* It then turned into a mischievous smile. *Not that either.* I then smiled innocently. *There, keep it.*
"Now, tell me. What power do you harness that makes Sauron need you?"
I gulped and shrunk back farther in the chair. *Okay, here's the plan. They keep talking and I run out of this room and into the never ending hallway. Damn them! I don't know how to get out.* This guy is so wise that he threatens me just enough that he will be able to say that he didn't threaten me later. Alright, close my mouth. Don't say a thing. They will not hurt you. If they do, then you can fend for yourself. Alright, it's time to quote Willow. *Ohhhh Goddess! * There we go.
"Why do you refuse to tell us, child?" Elrond, just stop talking.
"Who are you afraid of?" When I said Elrond, stop talking, I didn't mean for you to start, Gandalf.
Elrond opened his mouth to speak and I groaned. Why won't they shut up and leave me alone? Uh oh. He heard me groan. "If you will not answer that, then answer this. Why are you so depressed that you tell others not of your sufferings. Why do you not tell one of the hobbits or your sister? Aragorn would listen. We would listen."
Well, I can reply to that. "Everyone you mentioned would listen, yes. But they would not understand. That's why I don't tell my sister. No matter how long you've lived, no matter how long you've suffered, no matter how many bad things you think you've seen, you have not seen what I have seen. You have not seen what I am. You have not seen the nightmares that I have."
*Self, don't tell them about the nightmares. Then you will have to explain Buffy's prophetic dreams. Like the one she had last night. Something about drums in the deep and hope lost. Something about knowing what you have to do and being afraid to do it. Heck, even I don't have Frodo in my dreams. Of course, I have nightmares. Nightmares of all the hell dimensions. Nightmares of the past, present, and future all mixed, all the same. No, Buffy wouldn't understand. Aragorn wouldn't understand. The hobbits wouldn't understand, no one would.*
"Ah, now we are getting somewhere. Tell us about these nightmares, if nothing else. Tell us what you see in them." Alright, answer his questions and let him think about my answers. He won't tell Buffy, right? Gandalf wouldn't tell Buffy, would he?
"Here's the deal. I tell you and you swear not to tell Buffy unless you really, really have to. Deal?" Go me. Making deals with the elderly. What am I doing.
He laughed. Gandalf actually laughed at what I said. What was so funny?
"All right. You have yourself a deal. Now tell us about these dreams of yours." Elrond even nodded his head in agreement. Okay, so far so good.
"First thing is first. They are not dreams. They're not really even nightmares. They just are, like I just am. Sitting in this seat is not a being. I am not actually here. Don't argue and say that I am, because really, I'm not. These things come when I sleep. These horrors. It's like the past and the present and the future and they are all one, all at the same time, all the same. Do you understand?"
They look at me oddly. Guess they don't, okay, start again.
"Alright. Pretty much, I see the past, the present, and the future whenever I sleep. Got that?" They nod. "All right, these past, present, and future are shown to me at the same time. I don't know which is the past, which is the present, and which have not even happened yet. Got that?" They nod, albeit slowly. "I don't see flowers, or grass, or clouds, or happiness. I see darkness. I see death. I see plague, I see shadow. I see hope lost, I see hope forsaken. I see torture, I see pain. I see everything you don't like, and almost none of what you do. Got that?" They nod. "Alright, now we're getting somewhere. Since I don't know the past from the present or the future, I don't really know when I wake up. It's hard for me to grasp reality, if you catch my meaning. It's hard for me to understand what is and isn't real." They look at me odd. Okay, start again.
"When I'm sleeping, I can feel the heat of the flame in my dream. I can actually hear the screams as if I were there. Sometimes it is bright and sunny, only for someone to come and darkness fall. I can become the person by accident. When I do, I actually feel the pain. That's all. Period. So, can I go now?" They nod, as if in a trance.
I quickly spring up and leave before they can tell me to stop. I run to Buffy's room, she isn't there. I pick up one of the hobbits' swords. She still had them. A while later, I am in a clearing with no one around. Good of a place as ever. I start doing the moves Buffy did. I twirl, I kick, I lunge, I swing. I practice everything I ever saw her do. My nightmares come back now.
I think this is a nightmare, though what I do here, I do in reality. Most likely. Someone charges at me. I parry, I punch, I kick, I drop, I swing, I flip backwards. I slice off the head. Two more come up, I dispatch them. I hear voices now, Buffy's voice I think. Aragorn's too. Maybe even Pippin and Frodo and Merry. Are those real voices? I'm confused. I stop fighting whatever it is. It disappears. As does everything else around me. What time is it? I came here at noon and the sun is going down. Is this reality? I'm so confused.
I look around. I see Buffy, shocked. Why is she shocked? I see Aragorn with his mouth open, along with Frodo, Merry, Pippin. All staring at me. I see some elves too, Legolas was it? I then speak aloud.
"What?"
Buffy was the first to speak. "Dawnie? What were you doing? I tried to ask you if you were alright and you didn't hear me. You became a blur. What were you doing?"
Uh oh. Shit. "Bl...blur? What do you mean, blur?"
"I mean silly, that I couldn't see what you were doing, you were like, moving faster than my eye can move. Moving faster than even I have."
Shit, double shit. "Oh." I turn around only to meet Boromir standing in my way. I walk past him and start to jog. Buffy shouts after me. I run faster. What just happened? I was practicing one minute and then killing something the next. I run until I get to my room. I lock the door and lay down on my bed. Seconds later I hear Buffy at the door, Frodo and Pippin with her. Then I hear Aragorn and Merry. What was the matter, why didn't they stop banging on my door?
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I was walking with Aragorn. He was telling me about his forbidden relationship with Arwen. I had told him earlier about Angel and we were sympathizing with each other, kinda. We walk into a beautiful clearing and I see Dawn with the two hobbits swords.
"Hey Dawnie! Want to practice with me?" I shout this at her, expecting her to answer. A few seconds later, nothing happens. She is still doing all these moves that not even I have ever done. They were so complicated. "Dawnie?" I was beginnning to panic now. This was very un-Dawn-like. I look at Aragorn and see that he, too, is confused. The hobbits then come into the clearing and greet us. I pay no attention, my eyes focused on Dawn. Legolas comes into the clearing, chatting away with some of his friends. Boromir then comes. It wasn't an intentional meeting, but it was one nonetheless. Everyone stops their conversations and starts watching Dawn. She starts to blur. She then is moving so fast that she seems to just be a speck of energy. *Of magical energy. Is this the true her?* The hobbits have now tried shouting at her, along with Aragorn. A few seconds later, she stops. Clearly not knowing where she is.
She looks around at us, looking at our faces, confused.
"What?"
At first, she started me. What did she mean by, what? I was the first to speak after her. "Dawnie? What were you doing? I tried to ask you if you were alright and you didn't hear me. You became a blur. What were you doing?"
She looked wide-eyed now. She started stuttering out words. "Bl...blur? What do you mean, blur?"
I roll my eyes. She is just so ignorant sometimes. "I mean silly, that I couldn't see what you were doing, you were like, moving faster than my eye can move. Moving faster than even I have."
"Oh." She then turned around only to meet Boromir standing in her way. She walked past him and started to jog. I shouted her, though she couldn't hear me. I run after her. What just happened? She was practicing one minute and then running the next. I followed her at a dead sprint up to her bedroom door. She shut and locked it. I banged on the door, the hobbits at my heals. What was wrong with her. Aragorn started knocking too. Minutes later, we all gave up. Aragorn went off to tell Gandalf of what happened and the hobbits went to tell Sam. I went to my room and went to sleep.
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A/N : Alright peoples, hope you're happy. Please REVIEW!!
I know most of you hated last chapter, so I ask that you read it again. I changed a few things, though not all. I am one of the people that happen to think Dawn goes through more than Buffy. I am also one of the people who think Buffy is a self-centered bitch, and I am trying to refrain from putting that in my story. And I might actually change my relationship pairing to Dawn/Pippin, mostly because Dawn cannot go into Mordor, you got that? Okay, keep reading and reviewing! I actually reached my goal of at least three flames.
* = thinking to self " = saying = doing and just thinking (( )) = memory
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Long Talks and Points of View
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(( Dawn Point of View, until I notify you of otherwise ))
*I had gotten over my self-absorbness. Though I still wasn't a happy camper. Who could be? I was stuck god knows where with god knows who trying to do god knows what to me. It was quite confusing. Buffy should understand me. She did die, two times? Three times? How many funerals have I been too? How many people have died? Buffy, mom, Buffy, Giles, Buffy, Tara. The list goes on. It makes me feel so alone.*
I got up. The sun was shining through the windows. *This is heaven. Heaven in the middle of hell. What a happy thought.* I put on the forbidden shirt of Buffy's that had shrunk. Unlike her, I didn't feel embarassed in it. I felt at home. It had been Tara's, then Willow's, and then she had given it to Buffy. I put on my not-so-forbidden pants. Lovely jeans. *Am I all nice and pretty-ful?* I look in the mirror. My reflection looks back at me. *Not pretty. Not good looking. Ugly. Buffy is so beautiful. I'm so ugly.*
I open the door of the room and walk to Pippin's room. He could always make me smile. I knock, he should be here. It's only a little past sunrise. He gets up about now. The door opens. Pippin stands there, smiling. Smiling Frodo's smile. Smiling Merry's smile. Smiling the smile that no one can refuse. He knows I need directions to go eat. He immedietly takes my hand and walks to Merry's room. Merry opens his door and grabs my other hand, eying my outfit. I shrug and keep walking. I have two cute hobbits on both sides and I am going to enjoy this feeling of flip-floppy butterflies. We get to the dining hall and eat. We talk about the Shire, about their families, about how they are related to Frodo. *I wish I was related to someone. Though I'm not really. Only Buffy. Cause they made me from her.* We talk, and I smile. I smile a true smile, not the fake one, not the goofy one, but the true one. The one that says I'm happy.
Later on, Pippin and Merry take me to a small waterfall they found. We splish and splash and have fun. Frodo joins us sometime later and we gang up on him. While walking back to my room to change clothes, a servant comes up to me, saying that Lord Elrond wishes to see me. *Shit!* She helps me change my clothes and takes me to see him. We walk an endless walk. Through one corridor, to the right, straight forward, through the center, to the left.. Finally, she leads me to a door a gestures for me to go through it. *I'm in big shit. Very big shit. Why does he want to talk to me? He would only talk to me if I was in big shit.* She gives up and opens the door, pushing me through unwillingly.
I look around. *big shit* He stands, from behind a desk. He smiles and gestures for me to sit across from him. *he might know I know why they want me. He may ask, and I may answer. I so want to answer. I so want to tell.*
He started to speak once I sat down. "You know why Sauron wants you." I nodded for yes. "You are sworn not to tell." I shake my head for no.
*No, I never swore. She just told me not to. I disobey often.*
"Why, then, will you not tell me why he wants you. Why you are so important to him that he will send his wraiths after you."
I replied, in a scared voice. "If I tell you, then I get a sirius kick-ass whoopin from Buffy. Besides, you wouldn't understand."
"I think I would understand. Buffy is just trying to protect you. I can feel something in your aura, something that says you are not what you appear to be. What is it, I wonder, that makes you so different from other humans?"
"Who said I was human?" This came from me. I wasn't human, not really. Suddenly, I heard Gandalf's voice, so much like Giles.
"If you are not human, than what are you. Not a dwarf, nor a hobbit. Not an elf, surely. What then could you be?"
"I'm not sure what you would call it. Or even if you would call it anything." *Allright, if they don't kill me then Buffy will. I am in so big shit. I am not going to be in one piece by tomorrow.*
This seemed to confuse them. This was going to be a long day. "Lady Buffy would not tell us about it. She said that we could never understand you or her. If you cannot explain yourself, then please, explain Buffy to us." Lord Elrond said this.
"Buffy, well, Buffy is .Buffy."
*Should I tell them? Yeah, duh self. Just don't tell them about yourself. Don't wanna freak them out.*
"She is the one chosen to fight the forces of darkness in our world. The only one able to do so. She's all important in our world, though no one knows it. Kinda like Aragorn. He's a king, though not to the rest of the world. Buffy is like a savior that no one knows exists." Great talking self.
"Ah, you compare Lady Buffy to Lord Aragorn. That may be why they converse often. Who would you compare yourself to?" Gandalf was speaking again.
"I'm kinda like.well, like you and Pippin mixed. I'm a Gandalf-Pippin. Is that even possible? Oh well. I have all this power, and yet, I'm as innocent as a young hobbit." Go self, that's how you explain yourself.
"What kind of power, I wonder?" Will Gandalf guy stop talking yet?
"If I told you that, then I'd have ta kill ya." Go me. I'm threatening them now.
"Why do you threaten me? What is it that I shouldn't know?"
Okay, this guy knew what he was doing to me. He knows I want to tell him. He knows I'm not allowed. I'm starting to feel threatened. I cower back in the chair for safety. Come on, self. Think of a quick reply.
"If you shouldn't know than do you think I am going to tell you?" Self, you're gonna die now. He is going to kill you. Why oh why did I just say that? Why did I have to say THAT!! I'm starting to sound like Buffy.
"You should not speak like that to your elders." That was Elrond. "It is very rude and often punished for speaking as you do. Since you are not from here, I have let it slide so far. I warn you to not use that tone again."
*Big shit. Very big shit. I'm going to sink in this large mound of shit. Oh help me. Come on self, do something.* I smiled sweetly. *Anything but that!* It then turned into a mischievous smile. *Not that either.* I then smiled innocently. *There, keep it.*
"Now, tell me. What power do you harness that makes Sauron need you?"
I gulped and shrunk back farther in the chair. *Okay, here's the plan. They keep talking and I run out of this room and into the never ending hallway. Damn them! I don't know how to get out.* This guy is so wise that he threatens me just enough that he will be able to say that he didn't threaten me later. Alright, close my mouth. Don't say a thing. They will not hurt you. If they do, then you can fend for yourself. Alright, it's time to quote Willow. *Ohhhh Goddess! * There we go.
"Why do you refuse to tell us, child?" Elrond, just stop talking.
"Who are you afraid of?" When I said Elrond, stop talking, I didn't mean for you to start, Gandalf.
Elrond opened his mouth to speak and I groaned. Why won't they shut up and leave me alone? Uh oh. He heard me groan. "If you will not answer that, then answer this. Why are you so depressed that you tell others not of your sufferings. Why do you not tell one of the hobbits or your sister? Aragorn would listen. We would listen."
Well, I can reply to that. "Everyone you mentioned would listen, yes. But they would not understand. That's why I don't tell my sister. No matter how long you've lived, no matter how long you've suffered, no matter how many bad things you think you've seen, you have not seen what I have seen. You have not seen what I am. You have not seen the nightmares that I have."
*Self, don't tell them about the nightmares. Then you will have to explain Buffy's prophetic dreams. Like the one she had last night. Something about drums in the deep and hope lost. Something about knowing what you have to do and being afraid to do it. Heck, even I don't have Frodo in my dreams. Of course, I have nightmares. Nightmares of all the hell dimensions. Nightmares of the past, present, and future all mixed, all the same. No, Buffy wouldn't understand. Aragorn wouldn't understand. The hobbits wouldn't understand, no one would.*
"Ah, now we are getting somewhere. Tell us about these nightmares, if nothing else. Tell us what you see in them." Alright, answer his questions and let him think about my answers. He won't tell Buffy, right? Gandalf wouldn't tell Buffy, would he?
"Here's the deal. I tell you and you swear not to tell Buffy unless you really, really have to. Deal?" Go me. Making deals with the elderly. What am I doing.
He laughed. Gandalf actually laughed at what I said. What was so funny?
"All right. You have yourself a deal. Now tell us about these dreams of yours." Elrond even nodded his head in agreement. Okay, so far so good.
"First thing is first. They are not dreams. They're not really even nightmares. They just are, like I just am. Sitting in this seat is not a being. I am not actually here. Don't argue and say that I am, because really, I'm not. These things come when I sleep. These horrors. It's like the past and the present and the future and they are all one, all at the same time, all the same. Do you understand?"
They look at me oddly. Guess they don't, okay, start again.
"Alright. Pretty much, I see the past, the present, and the future whenever I sleep. Got that?" They nod. "All right, these past, present, and future are shown to me at the same time. I don't know which is the past, which is the present, and which have not even happened yet. Got that?" They nod, albeit slowly. "I don't see flowers, or grass, or clouds, or happiness. I see darkness. I see death. I see plague, I see shadow. I see hope lost, I see hope forsaken. I see torture, I see pain. I see everything you don't like, and almost none of what you do. Got that?" They nod. "Alright, now we're getting somewhere. Since I don't know the past from the present or the future, I don't really know when I wake up. It's hard for me to grasp reality, if you catch my meaning. It's hard for me to understand what is and isn't real." They look at me odd. Okay, start again.
"When I'm sleeping, I can feel the heat of the flame in my dream. I can actually hear the screams as if I were there. Sometimes it is bright and sunny, only for someone to come and darkness fall. I can become the person by accident. When I do, I actually feel the pain. That's all. Period. So, can I go now?" They nod, as if in a trance.
I quickly spring up and leave before they can tell me to stop. I run to Buffy's room, she isn't there. I pick up one of the hobbits' swords. She still had them. A while later, I am in a clearing with no one around. Good of a place as ever. I start doing the moves Buffy did. I twirl, I kick, I lunge, I swing. I practice everything I ever saw her do. My nightmares come back now.
I think this is a nightmare, though what I do here, I do in reality. Most likely. Someone charges at me. I parry, I punch, I kick, I drop, I swing, I flip backwards. I slice off the head. Two more come up, I dispatch them. I hear voices now, Buffy's voice I think. Aragorn's too. Maybe even Pippin and Frodo and Merry. Are those real voices? I'm confused. I stop fighting whatever it is. It disappears. As does everything else around me. What time is it? I came here at noon and the sun is going down. Is this reality? I'm so confused.
I look around. I see Buffy, shocked. Why is she shocked? I see Aragorn with his mouth open, along with Frodo, Merry, Pippin. All staring at me. I see some elves too, Legolas was it? I then speak aloud.
"What?"
Buffy was the first to speak. "Dawnie? What were you doing? I tried to ask you if you were alright and you didn't hear me. You became a blur. What were you doing?"
Uh oh. Shit. "Bl...blur? What do you mean, blur?"
"I mean silly, that I couldn't see what you were doing, you were like, moving faster than my eye can move. Moving faster than even I have."
Shit, double shit. "Oh." I turn around only to meet Boromir standing in my way. I walk past him and start to jog. Buffy shouts after me. I run faster. What just happened? I was practicing one minute and then killing something the next. I run until I get to my room. I lock the door and lay down on my bed. Seconds later I hear Buffy at the door, Frodo and Pippin with her. Then I hear Aragorn and Merry. What was the matter, why didn't they stop banging on my door?
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I was walking with Aragorn. He was telling me about his forbidden relationship with Arwen. I had told him earlier about Angel and we were sympathizing with each other, kinda. We walk into a beautiful clearing and I see Dawn with the two hobbits swords.
"Hey Dawnie! Want to practice with me?" I shout this at her, expecting her to answer. A few seconds later, nothing happens. She is still doing all these moves that not even I have ever done. They were so complicated. "Dawnie?" I was beginnning to panic now. This was very un-Dawn-like. I look at Aragorn and see that he, too, is confused. The hobbits then come into the clearing and greet us. I pay no attention, my eyes focused on Dawn. Legolas comes into the clearing, chatting away with some of his friends. Boromir then comes. It wasn't an intentional meeting, but it was one nonetheless. Everyone stops their conversations and starts watching Dawn. She starts to blur. She then is moving so fast that she seems to just be a speck of energy. *Of magical energy. Is this the true her?* The hobbits have now tried shouting at her, along with Aragorn. A few seconds later, she stops. Clearly not knowing where she is.
She looks around at us, looking at our faces, confused.
"What?"
At first, she started me. What did she mean by, what? I was the first to speak after her. "Dawnie? What were you doing? I tried to ask you if you were alright and you didn't hear me. You became a blur. What were you doing?"
She looked wide-eyed now. She started stuttering out words. "Bl...blur? What do you mean, blur?"
I roll my eyes. She is just so ignorant sometimes. "I mean silly, that I couldn't see what you were doing, you were like, moving faster than my eye can move. Moving faster than even I have."
"Oh." She then turned around only to meet Boromir standing in her way. She walked past him and started to jog. I shouted her, though she couldn't hear me. I run after her. What just happened? She was practicing one minute and then running the next. I followed her at a dead sprint up to her bedroom door. She shut and locked it. I banged on the door, the hobbits at my heals. What was wrong with her. Aragorn started knocking too. Minutes later, we all gave up. Aragorn went off to tell Gandalf of what happened and the hobbits went to tell Sam. I went to my room and went to sleep.
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