Tidbit: The most
sensitive cluster of nerves is at the base of the spine… never knew
that, huh?
Chapter two
Knowing the story of this mysterious Buffy, he seemed very intrigued. Aside from her annoying gushes and duplicating whining nonsense, she was actually good company. Of course, Legolas hadn't been around females for an exclusive amount of time, excluding the Lady Arwen, but somewhere in the back of his mind he knew exactly what he had been missing. He sighed and tapped the right side of his horse to dodge a low branch.
Rain was pouring down heavily on their third night. Buffy had fallen asleep and rested lightly against Legolas' back as her head lolled side to side from the weight of the horse. When she would stir, Legolas would quickly sing softly to her, because now knowing who and what she is, he must keep her safe. Just until they reach Elrond.
He'll know what to do.
"You know," Buffy said, startling Legolas since he imagined her to still be asleep. "I could ride a horse."
"Yes." Legolas sighed. "But you must rest. You came an awful long way and-"
"Pa-lease." Buffy yawned, letting of Legolas for a moment and soon regretting it. "Whoa. Slow down, will you?"
"We mustn't slow down. The enemy is behind us." He glanced quickly back.
Buffy stiffened behind the Elf and turned her head around. She saw nothing except the dark trees, there leaves blowing violently, and she waited for little eyes to appear from the bole. When none appeared, she gave a sigh of relief and turned back around.
She shook her head. "I don't see anything,"
"I lie not." Legolas said angrily. "They are drawing in close. I fear for us. We must ride hard now, hold tight Buffy."
"Right." She muttered, her stomach giving a great grumble as Legolas started his horse into a rougher gallop.
The trees howled and swayed as the rain continued to pour down. Buffy found it very hard to sleep, so she stayed quite alert the rest of the night. It has been two nights since her arrival at Middle- earth, and already she's hating it every moment of it. Then thoughts reminded her of the bright days of Sunnydale with her friends and Dawn, where they laughed and talked and fought vampires. She smiled lightly against Legolas' back, despite the great amount of wetness there. It's been awhile since she last killed a vampire.
She sighed, a question suddenly coming into her head.
"Do you have vampires here, Legolas?" She asked.
Legolas stiffened and then slowly shook his head. "Vampires are no longer living among the Elves."
"What?" She said. "You mean they actually were allowed with the Elves?"
"No, they were not." He corrected. "See, they are immortal, just like us-"
"I know a lot about vampires," Buffy interrupted. "And I never knew you guys were immortal."
"Aye, we are."
Buffy's sighed thoughtfully, but Legolas continued.
"They were quite similar to us, really. Both races were immortal, both were good, both had these beautiful qualities that only the immortals could have." He took a deep breath. "But they had a dark beauty, a thirst for evil. Elves watched as they grew stronger, more hungry for the bad. They killed innocence and they loved power. So they were banned from Elven civilizations, and no longer are they allowed near Elven grounds."
"Where are they now?" Buffy asked softly, knowing the edgy topic Legolas seemed to have with vamps.
"Under the power of Sauron." Legolas replied sharply. "They are servants of his power. Spies. Messengers."
"God." Buffy said. "And I thought they were bad just for drinking blood."
Legolas turned his head back a bit.
"They… they drink blood?"
Buffy looked at him in surprise.
"Didn't you know?"
He shook his head slowly, as if in disgust he said, "And I thought they were only evil for killing."
So they sat in silent for the remaining night, and when the wind died down and only droplets of water that fell from the leaves remained, Buffy closed her eyes and snuggled up against the Elf's back, letting sleep claim her just for a little while. But bad dreams of vampires and her sister were the only things she saw that peaceful night.
Legolas stopped the horse quickly. Buffy was fidgeting violently behind him, and for a moment he thought something was wrong, but the emitting sounds coming from her mouth told him she was only dreaming. Steering his steed to a large tree with low branches, whose leaves hung low and blocked way down into the path, he leapt off quickly and caught Buffy in his arms before she hit the ground.
Her body was light, possibly too light even for a woman. Her body fell limp against his arms and as quickly as her vulnerable body lay flat against him, she tossed and squirmed in some sort of attempt to stop something. Legolas sighed and brought her over to a large spot in between the bark and trunk of the tree. He laid her down gently and watched as she snuggled close to herself, her knees brought up to her chest.
"I wonder what you think of." Legolas whispered softly, coming besides her sitting down. "It must be horrible."
As if answering him, she bashed her hands against the ground and groaned into the fallen pile of foliage.
Then her voice rang in his head; the same voice that had spoken of her history, of who she was and what she did. Killing evil was one thing Legolas did occasionally, but for someone, especially Buffy, to do it all the time was just astounding.
A new feeling, aside from the set of baffled ones Legolas had encountered upon meeting this mysterious woman, bubbled up in the pit of his stomach as he watched Buffy's face soften a bit in her sleep. He hesitated, but reached out and tucked away a lock of hair behind her ear. A smile was hidden behind that hair and Legolas found himself smiling.
She has a beautiful smile.
But the smile vanished and Legolas found himself cold again, the warmth of that smile gone as well.
He observed her more closely and found that she was in pain. Some kind of pain that could not be answered, but from the soft whimpering flowing out of her mouth, he guessed someone named Dawn must have caused it. Immediate hate for this Dawn fellow extinguished flames inside Legolas' head. How dare he cause pain to someone who stops it. She is a good person, he knows, but maybe pain was meant for her. Even the dark Lord thought her special.
Her story was inane.
He sighed, recollecting it in his head as he leaned back against the tree and watched her sleep restlessly.
---
Buffy walked out from where she laid. How could she see her body laying completely still if she was only feet away, watching? This must be a dream. She convinced herself that it was, but what startled her was the voices of her friends, who stood watching the limp body of Buffy in awe. She wasn't moving.
"She isn't- she isn't moving." Willow concluded, her hand grabbing onto Giles.
"B-Buffy?" Dawn whispered, afraid that she might do something awful to ruin the moment.
"She's dead." Anya said aloud. She quickly regretted it moments after as they all broke out in tears.
Dawn took it the worse, as she fell against her knees and covered her hands across her face. She was crying, Buffy could tell, and it made her sick. She always hated it when her mother would cry, even if it was over the stupidest things, and Buffy tried reaching out to her sister, but it was useless. This was a dream, after all.
"Dawn," Buffy cried. "I'm not dead, Dawn! I'm right here! Stop it!"
Willow let go of Tara and pulled Dawn to her feet. Dawn struggled, but gave in and buried her face into Willow's neck, who herself tried to remain strong, but ended up bringing Dawn with her to the pavement and cried hopelessly against each other.
Xander held Anya in his arms, his face stony.
Giles blinked a couple of times, Tara standing besides him dumbfounded, and did nothing.
And there was Spike, who gripped his leather jacket in agony. He grunted and raved, trying so very hard no to shed a tear. He tore off his jacket and buried his face into it. Buffy, however, tried to reach out to him, who was closer to her, but was startled when her arm went straight through him. It was like she was a ghost.
"A ghost in my own dream." She whispered, bringing back her arm and falling slowly to her knees. "I'm not dead though. I'm not. Not anymore."
Everything went dark and the lights were bright. Her friends were fading away and a purple streak flashed in front of her, making Buffy fall down and hit the ground roughly. A silver light flashed once again and an orange eye grew in the center, flames engulfing around it, the eye casting off an evil presence that Buffy couldn't place. She didn't want to. It was calling to her in a sinister voice and all Buffy could do was scream. And the trees bloomed in front of her and she wasn't dreaming anymore.
---
"Are you well?" Someone asked.
Buffy opened her eyes slowly and she was startled to see the morning light shine in front of her face. It was something she had once hoped to see again, but right now she hated it and tried covering her face. A set of hands blocked her own from getting to her face and she struggled underneath a old, tattered body and started at the old man looking down at her.
"Get the hell off of me!" She cried, successfully throwing the old man off.
She looked down at the soft sheets covering her body. She was in a bed! She quickly looked up and observed the room she was in, and now saw the light's bright razes shimmering through an open balcony door, where the curtains blew gently against an unseen current. However, seeing an old man draped in what looked like fading blue bath robes made Buffy furious.
"Who are you?" She asked quietly.
The old man smiled kindly. "I think you've already asked that. But, since you were obviously dreaming, I can tell you that my name is Gandalf the Gray and I am your supervisor. Now, Legolas Greenleaf has informed me that your name is-"
"Buffy." Buffy finished for Gandalf. She still wasn't going to be friendly to him, since he was totally invading her space. "Do you mind telling me where this Prince is? I would like to talk to him."
"He is with the council, actually." Gandalf said, standing from his seat near Buffy's new bed and walking slowly towards the curtain. He reached out with a wooden staff and pulled closed a door, then turned back to Buffy. "I heard about your ordeal. I am quite sorry to hear about your lost."
"Whoa! Hold on." Buffy sat up a little, and was glad to see there were some type of nightgown clinging to her skin. It looked like a dress. "What lost? I haven't lost anything, I'm just lost. Big time. But, is this Rivendoyle?"
Buffy looked around and noticed the delicate carvings around the room. She remembered Legolas telling her something about Rivendoyle being famous for their intricate designs.
Gandalf chuckled. "Indeed. This is Rivendell, my Lady, not Rivendoyle. Or Imladris, whichever you prefer."
"Sooo, am I still in Middle- earth or what?"
"Yes…" Gandalf looked at the girl curiously. She was strange indeed.
"Yeah, for a second there I thought I was in a condo." She snorted, but fell silent at Gandalf's look. "Don't ask."
"I am curious as to what-" Gandalf began, but there was a knock at the door.
"Is her fever down?" Someone was by the door, Buffy could tell, but she just couldn't see anyone.
"Yes Strider, you may enter."
For a moment, Buffy thought this Strider man was a some kind of hobo or something. From the way he was dressed, he could most definitely pass off as one near Sacramento or New York City. But as he came closer to Buffy's bed, she saw now that he had a proud gleam to his eyes, and how kind and gentle his smile was. He bowed his head slowly and held out a bowl of some sort of liquid substance.
Buffy was suddenly reminded that she was very thirsty and very hungry.
"I came to bring the lady her treatment Gandalf." Buffy's heart sank. She thought it might have been water. "And I wonder how her wound is doing? Is it still bleeding?"
Buffy looked over at Gandalf.
"What wound?"
Gandalf took the bowl from Strider. "You were injured when you were sleeping. No one really understands how it happened, but I am guessing Legolas may know the answer." Buffy saw Gandalf wink from the corner of her eye, but it left as quickly as it came and she sighed, searching around for the wound.
She felt a light prick of pain swell up near her thigh and she covered herself back up.
"Nope. It isn't bleeding anymore." She told Strider.
Gandalf held out a cloth that he had dipped into the bowl and Buffy took it hesitantly.
"What?" She asked them, when they said nothing but watch her hold up the dripping cloth.
"Aren't you suppose to do something with that?" Strider asked slowly.
Buffy frowned and looked at the dripping cloth. "Uh…"
"I will help her with that." Chanted a woman's voice, a tall black haired Elf waltzing into the room and smiling. She stopped near Buffy's bed and took the cloth from her hand. "I am Arwen, and you are Buffy."
"Thanks for establishing names." Buffy murmured, her belly doing all sorts of twists and turns.
"If it is not being bold of me to say, but can either of you gentlemen mind leaving us alone so I can help Buffy change properly, so that my father can talk with her alone?" Arwen was very polite, and Buffy noticed the suggestive look she gave Strider as she finished her sentence.
Gandalf smiled politely and bowed his head. "Farewell, I will see you shortly Buffy of Sunnydale."
"Aye." Was all Strider grunted before he turned and followed Gandalf out of the room.
Buffy turned to Arwen. "Does everyone know who I am?"
Arwen laughed. "They sure do. Some rumors are going around that you and Legolas were together."
"Excuse me?" Buffy choked. "What was that?"
Arwen frowned. "I was beginning to say that you and Prince Legolas were related. You do resemble an Elven noble, especially in the apparel you've arrived it."
Now it was Buffy's turn to laugh.
"My jogging pants and my flower shirt?"
Arwen didn't find this amusing as she held out her hand for Buffy to take. She took it quickly, eager to get out of this bed even though it was the most softest thing she'd ever laid in. Once Buffy was on her feet, she staggered a bit and then laughed it off. She was being silly and she wasn't really weak. With a sigh she walked over to Arwen, who lifted a formal green dress and held it in front of Buffy's face.
Buffy hadn't noticed it when Arwen arrived.
"You want me to wear that?" She asked.
"Yes, of course. Why would you think not?"
Buffy gave her a hard look. "How expensive is that?"
Arwen sighed and shook her head over to the bowl of water. "You can wash off if you wish. I will leave you alone to decide whether to wear this dress or not." She turned to leave, but stopped. "Is there anything else you'd like to ask?"
Buffy's stomach growled and she nodded her head eagerly.
"Can you wear dresses and eat at the same time?"
Chapter two
Knowing the story of this mysterious Buffy, he seemed very intrigued. Aside from her annoying gushes and duplicating whining nonsense, she was actually good company. Of course, Legolas hadn't been around females for an exclusive amount of time, excluding the Lady Arwen, but somewhere in the back of his mind he knew exactly what he had been missing. He sighed and tapped the right side of his horse to dodge a low branch.
Rain was pouring down heavily on their third night. Buffy had fallen asleep and rested lightly against Legolas' back as her head lolled side to side from the weight of the horse. When she would stir, Legolas would quickly sing softly to her, because now knowing who and what she is, he must keep her safe. Just until they reach Elrond.
He'll know what to do.
"You know," Buffy said, startling Legolas since he imagined her to still be asleep. "I could ride a horse."
"Yes." Legolas sighed. "But you must rest. You came an awful long way and-"
"Pa-lease." Buffy yawned, letting of Legolas for a moment and soon regretting it. "Whoa. Slow down, will you?"
"We mustn't slow down. The enemy is behind us." He glanced quickly back.
Buffy stiffened behind the Elf and turned her head around. She saw nothing except the dark trees, there leaves blowing violently, and she waited for little eyes to appear from the bole. When none appeared, she gave a sigh of relief and turned back around.
She shook her head. "I don't see anything,"
"I lie not." Legolas said angrily. "They are drawing in close. I fear for us. We must ride hard now, hold tight Buffy."
"Right." She muttered, her stomach giving a great grumble as Legolas started his horse into a rougher gallop.
The trees howled and swayed as the rain continued to pour down. Buffy found it very hard to sleep, so she stayed quite alert the rest of the night. It has been two nights since her arrival at Middle- earth, and already she's hating it every moment of it. Then thoughts reminded her of the bright days of Sunnydale with her friends and Dawn, where they laughed and talked and fought vampires. She smiled lightly against Legolas' back, despite the great amount of wetness there. It's been awhile since she last killed a vampire.
She sighed, a question suddenly coming into her head.
"Do you have vampires here, Legolas?" She asked.
Legolas stiffened and then slowly shook his head. "Vampires are no longer living among the Elves."
"What?" She said. "You mean they actually were allowed with the Elves?"
"No, they were not." He corrected. "See, they are immortal, just like us-"
"I know a lot about vampires," Buffy interrupted. "And I never knew you guys were immortal."
"Aye, we are."
Buffy's sighed thoughtfully, but Legolas continued.
"They were quite similar to us, really. Both races were immortal, both were good, both had these beautiful qualities that only the immortals could have." He took a deep breath. "But they had a dark beauty, a thirst for evil. Elves watched as they grew stronger, more hungry for the bad. They killed innocence and they loved power. So they were banned from Elven civilizations, and no longer are they allowed near Elven grounds."
"Where are they now?" Buffy asked softly, knowing the edgy topic Legolas seemed to have with vamps.
"Under the power of Sauron." Legolas replied sharply. "They are servants of his power. Spies. Messengers."
"God." Buffy said. "And I thought they were bad just for drinking blood."
Legolas turned his head back a bit.
"They… they drink blood?"
Buffy looked at him in surprise.
"Didn't you know?"
He shook his head slowly, as if in disgust he said, "And I thought they were only evil for killing."
So they sat in silent for the remaining night, and when the wind died down and only droplets of water that fell from the leaves remained, Buffy closed her eyes and snuggled up against the Elf's back, letting sleep claim her just for a little while. But bad dreams of vampires and her sister were the only things she saw that peaceful night.
Legolas stopped the horse quickly. Buffy was fidgeting violently behind him, and for a moment he thought something was wrong, but the emitting sounds coming from her mouth told him she was only dreaming. Steering his steed to a large tree with low branches, whose leaves hung low and blocked way down into the path, he leapt off quickly and caught Buffy in his arms before she hit the ground.
Her body was light, possibly too light even for a woman. Her body fell limp against his arms and as quickly as her vulnerable body lay flat against him, she tossed and squirmed in some sort of attempt to stop something. Legolas sighed and brought her over to a large spot in between the bark and trunk of the tree. He laid her down gently and watched as she snuggled close to herself, her knees brought up to her chest.
"I wonder what you think of." Legolas whispered softly, coming besides her sitting down. "It must be horrible."
As if answering him, she bashed her hands against the ground and groaned into the fallen pile of foliage.
Then her voice rang in his head; the same voice that had spoken of her history, of who she was and what she did. Killing evil was one thing Legolas did occasionally, but for someone, especially Buffy, to do it all the time was just astounding.
A new feeling, aside from the set of baffled ones Legolas had encountered upon meeting this mysterious woman, bubbled up in the pit of his stomach as he watched Buffy's face soften a bit in her sleep. He hesitated, but reached out and tucked away a lock of hair behind her ear. A smile was hidden behind that hair and Legolas found himself smiling.
She has a beautiful smile.
But the smile vanished and Legolas found himself cold again, the warmth of that smile gone as well.
He observed her more closely and found that she was in pain. Some kind of pain that could not be answered, but from the soft whimpering flowing out of her mouth, he guessed someone named Dawn must have caused it. Immediate hate for this Dawn fellow extinguished flames inside Legolas' head. How dare he cause pain to someone who stops it. She is a good person, he knows, but maybe pain was meant for her. Even the dark Lord thought her special.
Her story was inane.
He sighed, recollecting it in his head as he leaned back against the tree and watched her sleep restlessly.
---
Buffy walked out from where she laid. How could she see her body laying completely still if she was only feet away, watching? This must be a dream. She convinced herself that it was, but what startled her was the voices of her friends, who stood watching the limp body of Buffy in awe. She wasn't moving.
"She isn't- she isn't moving." Willow concluded, her hand grabbing onto Giles.
"B-Buffy?" Dawn whispered, afraid that she might do something awful to ruin the moment.
"She's dead." Anya said aloud. She quickly regretted it moments after as they all broke out in tears.
Dawn took it the worse, as she fell against her knees and covered her hands across her face. She was crying, Buffy could tell, and it made her sick. She always hated it when her mother would cry, even if it was over the stupidest things, and Buffy tried reaching out to her sister, but it was useless. This was a dream, after all.
"Dawn," Buffy cried. "I'm not dead, Dawn! I'm right here! Stop it!"
Willow let go of Tara and pulled Dawn to her feet. Dawn struggled, but gave in and buried her face into Willow's neck, who herself tried to remain strong, but ended up bringing Dawn with her to the pavement and cried hopelessly against each other.
Xander held Anya in his arms, his face stony.
Giles blinked a couple of times, Tara standing besides him dumbfounded, and did nothing.
And there was Spike, who gripped his leather jacket in agony. He grunted and raved, trying so very hard no to shed a tear. He tore off his jacket and buried his face into it. Buffy, however, tried to reach out to him, who was closer to her, but was startled when her arm went straight through him. It was like she was a ghost.
"A ghost in my own dream." She whispered, bringing back her arm and falling slowly to her knees. "I'm not dead though. I'm not. Not anymore."
Everything went dark and the lights were bright. Her friends were fading away and a purple streak flashed in front of her, making Buffy fall down and hit the ground roughly. A silver light flashed once again and an orange eye grew in the center, flames engulfing around it, the eye casting off an evil presence that Buffy couldn't place. She didn't want to. It was calling to her in a sinister voice and all Buffy could do was scream. And the trees bloomed in front of her and she wasn't dreaming anymore.
---
"Are you well?" Someone asked.
Buffy opened her eyes slowly and she was startled to see the morning light shine in front of her face. It was something she had once hoped to see again, but right now she hated it and tried covering her face. A set of hands blocked her own from getting to her face and she struggled underneath a old, tattered body and started at the old man looking down at her.
"Get the hell off of me!" She cried, successfully throwing the old man off.
She looked down at the soft sheets covering her body. She was in a bed! She quickly looked up and observed the room she was in, and now saw the light's bright razes shimmering through an open balcony door, where the curtains blew gently against an unseen current. However, seeing an old man draped in what looked like fading blue bath robes made Buffy furious.
"Who are you?" She asked quietly.
The old man smiled kindly. "I think you've already asked that. But, since you were obviously dreaming, I can tell you that my name is Gandalf the Gray and I am your supervisor. Now, Legolas Greenleaf has informed me that your name is-"
"Buffy." Buffy finished for Gandalf. She still wasn't going to be friendly to him, since he was totally invading her space. "Do you mind telling me where this Prince is? I would like to talk to him."
"He is with the council, actually." Gandalf said, standing from his seat near Buffy's new bed and walking slowly towards the curtain. He reached out with a wooden staff and pulled closed a door, then turned back to Buffy. "I heard about your ordeal. I am quite sorry to hear about your lost."
"Whoa! Hold on." Buffy sat up a little, and was glad to see there were some type of nightgown clinging to her skin. It looked like a dress. "What lost? I haven't lost anything, I'm just lost. Big time. But, is this Rivendoyle?"
Buffy looked around and noticed the delicate carvings around the room. She remembered Legolas telling her something about Rivendoyle being famous for their intricate designs.
Gandalf chuckled. "Indeed. This is Rivendell, my Lady, not Rivendoyle. Or Imladris, whichever you prefer."
"Sooo, am I still in Middle- earth or what?"
"Yes…" Gandalf looked at the girl curiously. She was strange indeed.
"Yeah, for a second there I thought I was in a condo." She snorted, but fell silent at Gandalf's look. "Don't ask."
"I am curious as to what-" Gandalf began, but there was a knock at the door.
"Is her fever down?" Someone was by the door, Buffy could tell, but she just couldn't see anyone.
"Yes Strider, you may enter."
For a moment, Buffy thought this Strider man was a some kind of hobo or something. From the way he was dressed, he could most definitely pass off as one near Sacramento or New York City. But as he came closer to Buffy's bed, she saw now that he had a proud gleam to his eyes, and how kind and gentle his smile was. He bowed his head slowly and held out a bowl of some sort of liquid substance.
Buffy was suddenly reminded that she was very thirsty and very hungry.
"I came to bring the lady her treatment Gandalf." Buffy's heart sank. She thought it might have been water. "And I wonder how her wound is doing? Is it still bleeding?"
Buffy looked over at Gandalf.
"What wound?"
Gandalf took the bowl from Strider. "You were injured when you were sleeping. No one really understands how it happened, but I am guessing Legolas may know the answer." Buffy saw Gandalf wink from the corner of her eye, but it left as quickly as it came and she sighed, searching around for the wound.
She felt a light prick of pain swell up near her thigh and she covered herself back up.
"Nope. It isn't bleeding anymore." She told Strider.
Gandalf held out a cloth that he had dipped into the bowl and Buffy took it hesitantly.
"What?" She asked them, when they said nothing but watch her hold up the dripping cloth.
"Aren't you suppose to do something with that?" Strider asked slowly.
Buffy frowned and looked at the dripping cloth. "Uh…"
"I will help her with that." Chanted a woman's voice, a tall black haired Elf waltzing into the room and smiling. She stopped near Buffy's bed and took the cloth from her hand. "I am Arwen, and you are Buffy."
"Thanks for establishing names." Buffy murmured, her belly doing all sorts of twists and turns.
"If it is not being bold of me to say, but can either of you gentlemen mind leaving us alone so I can help Buffy change properly, so that my father can talk with her alone?" Arwen was very polite, and Buffy noticed the suggestive look she gave Strider as she finished her sentence.
Gandalf smiled politely and bowed his head. "Farewell, I will see you shortly Buffy of Sunnydale."
"Aye." Was all Strider grunted before he turned and followed Gandalf out of the room.
Buffy turned to Arwen. "Does everyone know who I am?"
Arwen laughed. "They sure do. Some rumors are going around that you and Legolas were together."
"Excuse me?" Buffy choked. "What was that?"
Arwen frowned. "I was beginning to say that you and Prince Legolas were related. You do resemble an Elven noble, especially in the apparel you've arrived it."
Now it was Buffy's turn to laugh.
"My jogging pants and my flower shirt?"
Arwen didn't find this amusing as she held out her hand for Buffy to take. She took it quickly, eager to get out of this bed even though it was the most softest thing she'd ever laid in. Once Buffy was on her feet, she staggered a bit and then laughed it off. She was being silly and she wasn't really weak. With a sigh she walked over to Arwen, who lifted a formal green dress and held it in front of Buffy's face.
Buffy hadn't noticed it when Arwen arrived.
"You want me to wear that?" She asked.
"Yes, of course. Why would you think not?"
Buffy gave her a hard look. "How expensive is that?"
Arwen sighed and shook her head over to the bowl of water. "You can wash off if you wish. I will leave you alone to decide whether to wear this dress or not." She turned to leave, but stopped. "Is there anything else you'd like to ask?"
Buffy's stomach growled and she nodded her head eagerly.
"Can you wear dresses and eat at the same time?"