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!!)

A/N : Hey people! By the way, if ya don't understand the fic, then just wait, okay? It'll all make sense by Rohan, kinda long way away, huh? School is a jerk. I'm in 7th grade and in Algebra 1. My teacher is being really tough. I'm actually having to kinda work for once in my life. Oh well. Hope you like this chapter.

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Learning About the Dawn : Part 1

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They had to go on the mountain Caradhras. Everyone was dreading it, even when they were already traveling up it. The mountain was covered from snow. An avalanche was sure to happen soon if magic did not provoke it to. Not only that, but the mountain seemed to have a mind of its own. The mind told it to not let them across. Footing was slippery. So it was when Frodo tumbled into Aragorn after losing his footing.

Frodo felt around for the ring. It wasn't there. He panicked. Suddenly, Boromir strode over and picked it up out of the snow. He gazed at it for so long. The fellowship got edgy. As suddenly as Boromir, Dawn walked over. Her face was down and pale. She snatched the chain from his hand and walked over to Frodo, dropping it over his head. She then walked back over to Boromir.

She spoke, for the first time since Buffy. "Do not fall to temptation." She then looked over at Gandalf. "Do not fall."

The company continued to walk after that, all trying to not lose footing. After a while, the wind started to pick up. The snow got harder to trudge through. Boromir and Aragorn picked up the hobbits, with Buffy attempting to before Boromir took Pippin from her. She literally pouted. All the hobbits smiled remembering the last time she had carried him. After a while, the storm got to the point where they could hardly walk. Dawn, who was at the front behind Gandalf, stopped all of the sudden, almost causing Gandalf to fall backwards. She spoke again. "Dark magick, coming this way. Against the wall if you wish to live."

Legolas came over from scouting. "Gandalf, a foul voice is in the air!" Legolas's voice could hardly be heard over the roar of the wind.

Gandalf suddenly realised what was happening. "It is Saruman," he spoke, "He is trying to bring down the mountain!"

"For a wise one," started Dawn, "You sure are pretty slow. 'Dark magick' should have gotten your attention." She rolled her eyes and pressed herself close to the wall. Buffy looked over at Dawn. She then went over to the wall and pressed herself against it, all while Gandalf was chanting. Buffy motioned for Aragorn and Boromir to follow. Gimli took a hint and walked to the wall, too.

Lightening struck. It brightened the sky and hit the tip of the mountain. Large chunks of snow-covered boulders came down upon them. Legolas pulled Gandalf back just in time. Soon, they were all buried in the snow. Legolas was the first out. He went in search of the others and found Boromir and Aragorn. The hobbits were with them. The hobbits quickly found Gimli and, with the help of the humans, pulled him to the surface. A burst of light told them that Gandalf had surfaced, and blonde hair revealed that Buffy came with him. Dawn, however, was not up yet.

(( Notice a pattern? ))

Everyone dug deep.



------- Dawn's Point of View -------

I could not breathe. The snow was everywhere. I reached. I tried. I failed. I could no more move my hand than my leg. I was going to freeze to death. Either that or die suffocating. But was I supposed to die? My vision was fading, I could not feel my body. Was I still alive?

A bright light. Brighter and purer than the sun. Blinding. It filled my sight. Was this death? No, I knew it wasn't. Death couldn't be this calm. This peaceful. Then I saw them. Willow. Xander. They were moving on. Was this a dream? No. This was a vision. I had seen the Crebian coming. I had seen the lightening strike. All before they happened.

Now I saw other lights, coming towards me. Telling me that it is not time. That it never should be time. I understand. It is not my death, just a vision of life. No nightmares right now. I understood them, mostly. The visions stopped.

I felt a cool hand on my forehead. Someone was singing a soft, sweet song. A sad song. They believed I was dead. I listened to the earth. No heartbeat. My heart wasn't beating. I heard weeping. I wasn't dead. More weeping, everyone had joined in. Voices calling to me. 'Come back, don't leave me here.' Other voices. Ones filled with emotion. 'You can't leave me here alone.' I would have smiled. I was too tired. I would have closed my eyes if they weren't already. I slept.



---------Still Dawn's Point of View----------

I woke. How long had it been? Hours? Days? Weeks? No, couldn't have been that long. I didn't feel that rested, or did I? Days most likely. I was on the ground, though I couldn't feel snow. They must have carried me off the mountain. It was cold. The wind blew through the trees, and I couldn't hear any talking. The wind blew again. This time though, it howled. The wind literally howled, or was it the wind?

I opened my eyes. I tried to move my legs. Failed. My arms. Failed. My mouth. Worked. I stopped.

Beasts. Dog beasts. Like werewolves. A name flashed, wargs. Another, danger. Another, warn the sleeping.

I tried to move my arms. I couldn't. The howling came closer. Everyone was asleep. I could see them out of the corner of my eye. Pippin was on duty. He was munching on an apple, oblivious to the obvious danger. Why didn't Legolas wake? I listened again to the sounds of the night. The howling wind. The whisper through the trees. I had to warn them. Now I saw it. Eyes. Eyes in the dark. Why couldn't the warg just leave? Then, he did. I was overjoyed. More eyes came back. About thirteen pairs. Shit. Big shit. Very big mound of shit. I tried to make my vocal chords work. "Buffy," I whispered. You could hardly hear my voice. A warg came near me. My body wouldn't budge. It wasn't from fear, I had just been frozen for a while and my joints would not move. "Buffy," I whispered, quieter this time. The warg came closer. Three feet away. He could pounce if he wished. Suddenly, my vocal chords worked.

I yelled louder than I had ever before. Louder than when I killed vampires. Louder than when Buffy jumped. Louder than ever before. "BUFFY! GET YOUR LAZY ASS UP AND SAVE MINE! I'M ABOUT TO BE DOG MEAT!!!"

That got everyone up. Pippin looked around and noticed the eyes. No one knew who had spoken, because I had shut my eyes at the exact moment they got up. I couldn't move. Not a muscle. I heard the sounds of battle. Arrows whizzing, swords slicing, yells of anger. I opened an eye. The warg was sniffing me. He was right beside me. No one took notice until the end.

Legolas had run out of arrows. Gimli had run out of throwing axes. Gandalf was trying to refrain from using magic. Buffy spoke. "Hey you dumb dog! Can't you sense dead bodies when you smell them?" She laughed. Stupid Buffy.

My head was turned away from them, I spoke. "Buffy. Get your lazy ass over here. I can't move a freakin muscle. Dead my ass."

This got her. This got everyone. They all looked over at me, flabbergasted. Legolas pulled an arrow out of another warg and shot the one near me down. They all came over to me, slowly. Even Gandalf was speechless. Though, he did speak first.

"Child, you are alive? How can this be? Your heart did not beat. We took you for dead."

I tried to speak. Tried and failed. Why couldn't I speak? I had done so just a while ago. Buffy got the idea and grabbed her water skin. She came over to me and propped me up. She tipped the water into my mouth, which she opened. I drank, though not too much. I spoke.

"Buffy. You are so getting your ass kicked. Don't you see?" I stayed quiet for a while. The warg had bitten me on the leg. She hadn't noticed yet. I rolled my eyes. "Buffy. I'll give you a hint. The warg gave me a hicky on my leg. That help?" She immediately looked at my leg, and sure enough, a big slash was on my leg. She looked over at Aragorn. He noticed my leg. He went over to his pack and got his athelas junk. "Okay, wizard- man." The hobbits smiled at this. I was back to myself it seemed. "First, yes I am alive. I am bleeding. You don't bleed if you're dead, you don't talk either. Second, I do not know how this can be. Well, actually yes I do, but I can't tell you. If I told you, than I'd have to kill you. And I wouldn't want to kill you either, I just would." Gandalf raised his eyebrows at this. "Frodo is so fond of you. I wouldn't want to take you away from him." He nodded.

"Well," he started, "Everyone must get some more rest. Only a few hours till sunrise. Oh, and Peregrin, you are never to keep watch again. I will keep this watch, for I have much to think about." I rolled my eyes at this. He probably knew that I couldn't sleep. It was going to be a long night.