Anya- 'I'm just trying to
tell you that we have nothing in common besides both of us liking your
penis. And now I don't even have that!'
;) Keep reviewing, and thanks for the reviews, you guys are awesome.
Chapter twelve
The fellowship reached the Dwarven city by what felt like dawn, but Buffy wasn't really certain because she hadn't seen sunshine for almost five days now. She hated it, and she hated traveling in cautious steps, afraid something might pop out and scare them. She knew Legolas felt the same way, catching him every once in awhile with a new remark to the Dwarven habitat. If only she were talking to him. That would make this talking situation a whole lot better.
But really, no one spoke much. It was a dead silence that made Buffy listen to the really annoying sounds around them; Aragorn muttering to himself, the Hobbit's heavy feet against the ground, Gimli's grunting, Legolas' soft breathing, the sound of Boromir's horn brushing against his scabbard, and the sound the Wizard made when gazing at everyone.
She shuddered and wrapped her arms around her chest. It was getting colder each step they took.
"Dwarrowdelf, the sparkling city of the Dwarves." Gimli announced.
The fellowship then stepped inside a large stone palace, the stone pillars rising high into the shadowed ceiling. They were lined in a row and as far as the eye could see, and even Legolas felt drawn to this sparkling speck called a city.
"This isn't like Manhattan, but it sure measures up to its standards." Buffy whispered, afraid of breaking the mood.
"Man- man with a hat on?" Buffy didn't need to do anything, Pippin broke the peace settled over the fellowship for her.
"A city to a state where- um, wait, never mind." She sighed.
"But why would a man have a hat on like this place?" Pippin continued anyway.
Buffy bawled her hands into fists at her side and hissed, "I said never mind."
"If you didn't feel like explaining something from your world, why did you bring it up?"
Buffy took a deep breath and let the anger boiling inside her to pass through her mouth and after a long discussion with herself, deciding it would be best not to punch the living day lights of the Hobbit, she continued with the argument.
Calmly, that is.
"I said it more to myself than to you, so drop the freaking subject!"
Pippin went to say something, but Gandalf cut in and stared at them, an angry look on his face that Buffy nor Pippin had ever seen before. "Do you two care to have your mouths strapped shut, for the others had all silently agreed to if you too did not stop the bickering!"
"Yes," Buffy and the Hobbit agreed softly, and the argument was settled.
For a moment Pippin reminded Buffy of Dawn; irritating and the ultimate argument master.
After a moment, Buffy found herself being watched and she turned her head sharply to catch Legolas watching her closely, an angry void gleaming in his dark eyes. Then he approached her swiftly and for a second Buffy thought he was going to apologize, but instead he turned to her glared so harshly that she flinched back.
"You are acting very childish."
"What?" Buffy choked.
"Yes, you are acting very improper for a Lady. Fighting with a Halfing, no less!"
The sudden change in attitude caused Buffy to snap. "Improper? Lady? Look- I don't know what your problem is, but I'm not acting like a child and I am very well aware I was fighting with a Hobbit."
Legolas set his jaw tightly and he lifted his chin in recognition. "An Elf Lady is more likely to keep her mouth shut and never argue with any of the Elf Lords-"
Buffy's jaw fell and she stopped walking. "Are you comparing me to the Elves? Oh no! Next you'll compare me to the fucking Dwarves!"
"I make my point nice and clear." He said wistfully and walked ahead of the line.
Buffy growled, and from the other's position it must of sounded very unattractive, but she didn't care. The Hobbits turned away from the disoriented woman and pretended they did not over hear the conversation shared between her and the Elf. He was being completely stubborn and Buffy wanted to strangle the prissy Elf prince and do untamable things to his perfect, beautiful mane of blonde hair. It made her sick.
"I saw how he treated you," Boromir suddenly said, walking up beside her. "and you shouldn't take it to heart. I am sure he is seeing you in a whole new light, that is all."
Buffy turned him sadly. "He's just acting different."
"A way which you don't want him to act. Towards you, nonetheless."
"Since when are you speaking for me?" Buffy asked angrily. "I know how I feel, and right now I'm feeling like everyone in this damn fellowship are behind me. So, if you want anything said about me, say it now and save me the time to figure you people out!"
Boromir and the others did not dare to say anything else to Buffy. She cast her eyes upwards in spite of the smugness and walked ahead, falling in line beside Gandalf, who looked very unlike himself. But he still regarded the woman beside him and, as usual, kept all thoughts to himself. Buffy didn't care who looked at her, as long as all the male's in this world kept their traps shut. She watched Gandalf at the corner of her eye, getting a bit restless with the wizard looking at her, so, instead of staying silent like she hoped, she snapped.
"Something I can help you with?"
The wizard smiled blankly. "No, not at the moment. No."
Buffy set her jaw in a tight lock and turned around sharply. Her eyes immediately fell on a chamber door, ajar and sending an illumining light through the darkened spacious city. Buffy's face tensed when Gimli let out a horrified cry and darted for the chamber door, ignoring the call from Gandalf. Following the wizard closely, she entered the Chamber that now held but only a tomb and some dead Dwarf bodies, just like at the entrance of the Mines.
Gimli knelt down in front of Buffy, his helm hiding his face and banging against the tomb.
He gave a defeated cry and dropped his ax. "No! NO! Not Balin- Lord of Moria, not Balin!"
"Balin?" Buffy whispered to Aragorn, but he held his finger to his lips and Buffy fell quiet.
Gandalf leaned over the tomb and read, "Here lies Balin, son of Fundin, Lord of Moria." Then he gazed at Gimli through his bushy gray eyebrows. "It is as I feared. Gimli's ancestry has failed, as did Moria."
Gimli gave another great cry and that did it for Buffy. She felt an immense tug at her heart and she could do nothing but grasp the Dwarf's shoulder tightly, either as comfort to her or to the Dwarf. It didn't matter. She still felt the grief and pain igniting from his crying, shuddering, and coldness. So… cold… so like her mother.
Buffy shook her head before letting the tears threatening her eyes to come down, and watched as Gandalf shoved his larger belongings into Pippin's small arms. He then picked up a dusty book from beside the tomb and blew at it, letting the dust clear before turning the first page.
It crumbled a bit, but he still read the verses aloud. "We had secured the Halls and the bridges as best as we could. We had barred the gates with whatever wood and accessories we had laid about the place. But it won't hold for last. We cannot get out." Gandalf inhaled lightly before continuing. "We are hopeless as the war with the dragon. The Elves cannot help us now. Drums, drums everywhere. We cannot get out… they are coming."
As soon as Gandalf had finished, though, Pippin had somehow knocked over an armored Dwarf skeleton, making it fall into loud clanking noises down the well. It was very loud and it echoed throughout the Mine walls, and from what Buffy could hear, they were heard. This was wrong. This shouldn't have happened. On instinct to the sound of drums, Buffy unsheathed her sword and held it cautiously in her hand. She felt a strong arm at her side and shook under Boromir.
"Fool of a took!" Gandalf growled, grabbing hold of his staff and hat from the shaking Hobbit. "Throw yourself in next time and rid us all of your stupidity and curiosity!"
A phrase popped into Buffy's head. "Curiosity killed the cat."
Gandalf went to move to the head of the others, but stopped suddenly at the sound of something beating against a wall.
Drum.
Buffy looked around the chamber curiously, wondering where this was coming from.
Drum.
Buffy's heart beat quickened and she turned her head slowly around, first catching glimpse of Frodo's sword. Even with it sheathed in its case, she could see a blue light glowing from its pouch. Frodo, catching her eye, looked down as well and gasped.
"Orcs!" He cried.
Foul and mispronounced words were heard outside the chamber and Boromir moved from Buffy's side to the door.
He stuck his head and upper torso out from the door and quickly withdrew, an arrow nearly piercing his brain. He slammed the wooden doors closed and turned to the others, a sly grin on his face. "They have a bloody cave troll."
Legolas motioned for Aragorn and Boromir to barricade the door as Gimli jumped up on the top of the tomb, grasping his ax in the air and swinging it in graceful motions. Back and forth it went, hand to hand, and a nasty scowl on his face.
"Let them come! Let them all come! They will have to face the wrath of this Dwarf they so dearly forgot to slay!"
"Slay, right." Buffy said, slightly hysterical.
Gandalf rushed Buffy and the Hobbits back, standing behind with them. She gave him a withering look and made to question this situation, but thought otherwise. She was acting very much like a child, always asking questions and curious to everything around them. A new light dawned in Buffy's mind and she gulped down a lump in her throat. She must be very annoying to the fellowship. What with being a girl and from a completely different world too!
Buffy groaned and grasped her blade tightly. "God, let them come, let them come!"
And as soon as Buffy said just that, dozens of Orcs piled passed the wooden and well barricaded doors, arrows began whistling the air and hitting their targets. Buffy's eyes widened and she turned to Gandalf.
"I was kidding when I said that!"
"Buffy! Fight!" Was the only reply Gandalf had said when Buffy darted forwards with the Hobbits, a triumph cry echoing above the grunting of death and the slashing of weapons.
What Buffy hit first was an Orc. A very different Orc than her first meeting with one back at the forest, because this Orc was much bigger and much more foul looking. His front teeth covered his entire lower half of his face and his eyes bulged out like two large, cat eyes. The gruesome sound of Buffy's blade entering its gut filled her ears and she quickly withdrew her blade. The Orc did a double take from the blade to Buffy, and collapsed on the ground. Well, wasn't that weird.
Shrugging, Buffy turned to her side and quickly side-stepped as an Orc hauled himself towards her.
He stopped and turned around swiftly, raising his sword in the air and ready to attack Buffy, but she was quick and swift and blocked the blow defiantly. The Orc hissed at her and pushed down as hard as he could, causing Buffy's legs to buckle and soon she found herself on the floor, the Orc pressing her body to the ground.
He grinned deviously at her and raised his metal clingy thing again. But before it came blundering into Buffy's forehead, she clanked him on the head with the hilt of her sword. It fell over in either pain or death, but Buffy didn't know and she didn't bother to stay and find out. She was on her feet quickly and attacking the nearest Orc. Ten she managed to kill, all ending up in messy deaths and gross smells. When she slain her eleventh Orc, she heard a deep grunt from somewhere outside.
Then the floors rumbled. Buffy turned her head to the doors and watched in horror as a Troll came barreling ass into the Chamber, thrashing his arms and destroying whatever he could at that moment. Legolas dodged neatly as the Troll swapped at its owners, a metal chain leading him deeper into the chamber and towards the fellowship. Buffy felt her heart beat drop about a thousand times when she saw Sam dodge the Troll, then Gimli. The Troll the spotted her and made its way forth.
Buffy slapped her forehead in concentration. Why was everything either after her or Frodo?
She removed her hand in time to tumble salt out of the Troll's way before its club smashed into her body. She got up quickly and made for a safer spot in the chamber, but only ended up cornered by four set of Orcs. Rubbing her temple, she twirled Beren in the air and sent a blow to the nearest Orc, sending him backwards and into a stone pillar. The other came at her with a large stone and managed to swap at her arm, but Buffy grabbed both his shoulders and threw him against an arrow, seeming to be floating in the air. But she looked up and saw Legolas fighting beside her, pulling the arrow free from the Orc's belly.
She wanted to smile in thanks, but felt something grab her leg, and she turned to see the Orc she threw dragging her back.
Legolas made to help the slayer, jumping high into the air and onto the Orc. Though she could have handled this quite fine, the Elf still arched an arrow and slain the Orc between the eyes.
"Um… thank you?" Buffy said doubtfully, stepping away from the dead Orc.
Legolas smiled quickly but turned ahead of her. "Buffy, move!"
The slayer turned her head around enough to see the Troll charging at her and the Elf. Suddenly, it picked her up off the ground and into the air. Screaming, Buffy grabbed onto its loose chain and held on tightly. What a rush! She thought, feeling her adrenaline pumping quicker and quicker, hoping that she'd make it back on the ground alive. The Troll, now acknowledging the girl on his back, tried so desperately to grab her, but it only ended up making him look twice as foolish as he already looked. Buffy smiled grimly, holding on more tightly.
Just when Buffy was having fun, something whistled through the air and an arrow pierced the Troll's head.
It roared loudly and touched the offending wound, roaring again in anger as Aragorn fired another arrow.
A yell sounded against the chamber, and Buffy saw a glimpse of Aragorn running somewhere else. Legolas let one last arrow whistle through the air and this time it touched its mouth with its finger, pulling back with bright red blood on the tips of its long nails. It swayed a little, the Hobbits down below dodging before it could step on them, and with a light gasp from Buffy, both she and the Troll came tumbling down onto the cold, death covered floor of the Chamber.
She waited angrily for everyone to run over and coo her like a little kid, but instead the room fell silent. Buffy lay sprawled on the troll when her body began to slowly slip off its back, falling down onto the fallen debris and bodies.
No one came to help her and she felt an immense loss of sociability with the fellowship. Maybe if she wasn't so mean to them before, they'd probably come and help her up. She sighed. She really did miss her Scooby gang.
"Frodo! Frodo!" Sam cried, and Buffy saw his little legs run pass her.
"He is dead." Boromir whispered from somewhere around Buffy.
The giant Troll at her side slightly moved and Buffy, panicking, crawled away from it. But she was sure it was dead and fell flat against a broken piece of stone, looking around the chamber and at her friends. Legolas had his arms limply at his side, Gimli was on the floor and covered in dust, Boromir was standing with Gandalf and the Hobbits- wait. Where was Frodo? Buffy's eyes wandered over to Merry, Pippin, Sam and then…
"Frodo?" She breathed, her hand finding her mouth to cover the giant O that took place of her parted panting.
He was laying flat on his stomach, his face hidden beneath a boulder and Sam's shuddering form. At that moment Buffy's lungs closed and her chest became very heavy, her eyes large and scared. Dead? But when she was about to consider his death, he moved, and surprised everyone with a loud gasp. He was fine?
"You're alive! Blessed be, you're alive Frodo!" Sam cried, grabbing onto his Master and running his fingers around the metal chain across his chest, now that his shirt was brushed passed a gaping hole.
Aragorn exhaled shakily. "That spear could have skewered a wild boar, what had stopped it from killing you?"
"Me thrilled." Buffy said suddenly, and everyone turned to her. She flushed under their gazes. "What? I can't know something about Middle- earth without you guys jumping on my back?"
"Actually, it is Mithril." Legolas corrected. Buffy glared. "The Dwarves in the mountains had sent it down to my father for exchange. It is a very powerful piece of material, worn only for highest of people. In this case, you, Frodo."
Gimli smiled fondly at the Hobbit. "It is an honor having you wear a piece of my family, Frodo. A great honor."
Drum.
Buffy turned to Gandalf, who began walking to the broken down, once wooden, doors.
"More are coming. We must hurry to Kazad- Dum." He said.
"Great, more words I can't pronounce." Buffy sighed.
;) Keep reviewing, and thanks for the reviews, you guys are awesome.
Chapter twelve
The fellowship reached the Dwarven city by what felt like dawn, but Buffy wasn't really certain because she hadn't seen sunshine for almost five days now. She hated it, and she hated traveling in cautious steps, afraid something might pop out and scare them. She knew Legolas felt the same way, catching him every once in awhile with a new remark to the Dwarven habitat. If only she were talking to him. That would make this talking situation a whole lot better.
But really, no one spoke much. It was a dead silence that made Buffy listen to the really annoying sounds around them; Aragorn muttering to himself, the Hobbit's heavy feet against the ground, Gimli's grunting, Legolas' soft breathing, the sound of Boromir's horn brushing against his scabbard, and the sound the Wizard made when gazing at everyone.
She shuddered and wrapped her arms around her chest. It was getting colder each step they took.
"Dwarrowdelf, the sparkling city of the Dwarves." Gimli announced.
The fellowship then stepped inside a large stone palace, the stone pillars rising high into the shadowed ceiling. They were lined in a row and as far as the eye could see, and even Legolas felt drawn to this sparkling speck called a city.
"This isn't like Manhattan, but it sure measures up to its standards." Buffy whispered, afraid of breaking the mood.
"Man- man with a hat on?" Buffy didn't need to do anything, Pippin broke the peace settled over the fellowship for her.
"A city to a state where- um, wait, never mind." She sighed.
"But why would a man have a hat on like this place?" Pippin continued anyway.
Buffy bawled her hands into fists at her side and hissed, "I said never mind."
"If you didn't feel like explaining something from your world, why did you bring it up?"
Buffy took a deep breath and let the anger boiling inside her to pass through her mouth and after a long discussion with herself, deciding it would be best not to punch the living day lights of the Hobbit, she continued with the argument.
Calmly, that is.
"I said it more to myself than to you, so drop the freaking subject!"
Pippin went to say something, but Gandalf cut in and stared at them, an angry look on his face that Buffy nor Pippin had ever seen before. "Do you two care to have your mouths strapped shut, for the others had all silently agreed to if you too did not stop the bickering!"
"Yes," Buffy and the Hobbit agreed softly, and the argument was settled.
For a moment Pippin reminded Buffy of Dawn; irritating and the ultimate argument master.
After a moment, Buffy found herself being watched and she turned her head sharply to catch Legolas watching her closely, an angry void gleaming in his dark eyes. Then he approached her swiftly and for a second Buffy thought he was going to apologize, but instead he turned to her glared so harshly that she flinched back.
"You are acting very childish."
"What?" Buffy choked.
"Yes, you are acting very improper for a Lady. Fighting with a Halfing, no less!"
The sudden change in attitude caused Buffy to snap. "Improper? Lady? Look- I don't know what your problem is, but I'm not acting like a child and I am very well aware I was fighting with a Hobbit."
Legolas set his jaw tightly and he lifted his chin in recognition. "An Elf Lady is more likely to keep her mouth shut and never argue with any of the Elf Lords-"
Buffy's jaw fell and she stopped walking. "Are you comparing me to the Elves? Oh no! Next you'll compare me to the fucking Dwarves!"
"I make my point nice and clear." He said wistfully and walked ahead of the line.
Buffy growled, and from the other's position it must of sounded very unattractive, but she didn't care. The Hobbits turned away from the disoriented woman and pretended they did not over hear the conversation shared between her and the Elf. He was being completely stubborn and Buffy wanted to strangle the prissy Elf prince and do untamable things to his perfect, beautiful mane of blonde hair. It made her sick.
"I saw how he treated you," Boromir suddenly said, walking up beside her. "and you shouldn't take it to heart. I am sure he is seeing you in a whole new light, that is all."
Buffy turned him sadly. "He's just acting different."
"A way which you don't want him to act. Towards you, nonetheless."
"Since when are you speaking for me?" Buffy asked angrily. "I know how I feel, and right now I'm feeling like everyone in this damn fellowship are behind me. So, if you want anything said about me, say it now and save me the time to figure you people out!"
Boromir and the others did not dare to say anything else to Buffy. She cast her eyes upwards in spite of the smugness and walked ahead, falling in line beside Gandalf, who looked very unlike himself. But he still regarded the woman beside him and, as usual, kept all thoughts to himself. Buffy didn't care who looked at her, as long as all the male's in this world kept their traps shut. She watched Gandalf at the corner of her eye, getting a bit restless with the wizard looking at her, so, instead of staying silent like she hoped, she snapped.
"Something I can help you with?"
The wizard smiled blankly. "No, not at the moment. No."
Buffy set her jaw in a tight lock and turned around sharply. Her eyes immediately fell on a chamber door, ajar and sending an illumining light through the darkened spacious city. Buffy's face tensed when Gimli let out a horrified cry and darted for the chamber door, ignoring the call from Gandalf. Following the wizard closely, she entered the Chamber that now held but only a tomb and some dead Dwarf bodies, just like at the entrance of the Mines.
Gimli knelt down in front of Buffy, his helm hiding his face and banging against the tomb.
He gave a defeated cry and dropped his ax. "No! NO! Not Balin- Lord of Moria, not Balin!"
"Balin?" Buffy whispered to Aragorn, but he held his finger to his lips and Buffy fell quiet.
Gandalf leaned over the tomb and read, "Here lies Balin, son of Fundin, Lord of Moria." Then he gazed at Gimli through his bushy gray eyebrows. "It is as I feared. Gimli's ancestry has failed, as did Moria."
Gimli gave another great cry and that did it for Buffy. She felt an immense tug at her heart and she could do nothing but grasp the Dwarf's shoulder tightly, either as comfort to her or to the Dwarf. It didn't matter. She still felt the grief and pain igniting from his crying, shuddering, and coldness. So… cold… so like her mother.
Buffy shook her head before letting the tears threatening her eyes to come down, and watched as Gandalf shoved his larger belongings into Pippin's small arms. He then picked up a dusty book from beside the tomb and blew at it, letting the dust clear before turning the first page.
It crumbled a bit, but he still read the verses aloud. "We had secured the Halls and the bridges as best as we could. We had barred the gates with whatever wood and accessories we had laid about the place. But it won't hold for last. We cannot get out." Gandalf inhaled lightly before continuing. "We are hopeless as the war with the dragon. The Elves cannot help us now. Drums, drums everywhere. We cannot get out… they are coming."
As soon as Gandalf had finished, though, Pippin had somehow knocked over an armored Dwarf skeleton, making it fall into loud clanking noises down the well. It was very loud and it echoed throughout the Mine walls, and from what Buffy could hear, they were heard. This was wrong. This shouldn't have happened. On instinct to the sound of drums, Buffy unsheathed her sword and held it cautiously in her hand. She felt a strong arm at her side and shook under Boromir.
"Fool of a took!" Gandalf growled, grabbing hold of his staff and hat from the shaking Hobbit. "Throw yourself in next time and rid us all of your stupidity and curiosity!"
A phrase popped into Buffy's head. "Curiosity killed the cat."
Gandalf went to move to the head of the others, but stopped suddenly at the sound of something beating against a wall.
Drum.
Buffy looked around the chamber curiously, wondering where this was coming from.
Drum.
Buffy's heart beat quickened and she turned her head slowly around, first catching glimpse of Frodo's sword. Even with it sheathed in its case, she could see a blue light glowing from its pouch. Frodo, catching her eye, looked down as well and gasped.
"Orcs!" He cried.
Foul and mispronounced words were heard outside the chamber and Boromir moved from Buffy's side to the door.
He stuck his head and upper torso out from the door and quickly withdrew, an arrow nearly piercing his brain. He slammed the wooden doors closed and turned to the others, a sly grin on his face. "They have a bloody cave troll."
Legolas motioned for Aragorn and Boromir to barricade the door as Gimli jumped up on the top of the tomb, grasping his ax in the air and swinging it in graceful motions. Back and forth it went, hand to hand, and a nasty scowl on his face.
"Let them come! Let them all come! They will have to face the wrath of this Dwarf they so dearly forgot to slay!"
"Slay, right." Buffy said, slightly hysterical.
Gandalf rushed Buffy and the Hobbits back, standing behind with them. She gave him a withering look and made to question this situation, but thought otherwise. She was acting very much like a child, always asking questions and curious to everything around them. A new light dawned in Buffy's mind and she gulped down a lump in her throat. She must be very annoying to the fellowship. What with being a girl and from a completely different world too!
Buffy groaned and grasped her blade tightly. "God, let them come, let them come!"
And as soon as Buffy said just that, dozens of Orcs piled passed the wooden and well barricaded doors, arrows began whistling the air and hitting their targets. Buffy's eyes widened and she turned to Gandalf.
"I was kidding when I said that!"
"Buffy! Fight!" Was the only reply Gandalf had said when Buffy darted forwards with the Hobbits, a triumph cry echoing above the grunting of death and the slashing of weapons.
What Buffy hit first was an Orc. A very different Orc than her first meeting with one back at the forest, because this Orc was much bigger and much more foul looking. His front teeth covered his entire lower half of his face and his eyes bulged out like two large, cat eyes. The gruesome sound of Buffy's blade entering its gut filled her ears and she quickly withdrew her blade. The Orc did a double take from the blade to Buffy, and collapsed on the ground. Well, wasn't that weird.
Shrugging, Buffy turned to her side and quickly side-stepped as an Orc hauled himself towards her.
He stopped and turned around swiftly, raising his sword in the air and ready to attack Buffy, but she was quick and swift and blocked the blow defiantly. The Orc hissed at her and pushed down as hard as he could, causing Buffy's legs to buckle and soon she found herself on the floor, the Orc pressing her body to the ground.
He grinned deviously at her and raised his metal clingy thing again. But before it came blundering into Buffy's forehead, she clanked him on the head with the hilt of her sword. It fell over in either pain or death, but Buffy didn't know and she didn't bother to stay and find out. She was on her feet quickly and attacking the nearest Orc. Ten she managed to kill, all ending up in messy deaths and gross smells. When she slain her eleventh Orc, she heard a deep grunt from somewhere outside.
Then the floors rumbled. Buffy turned her head to the doors and watched in horror as a Troll came barreling ass into the Chamber, thrashing his arms and destroying whatever he could at that moment. Legolas dodged neatly as the Troll swapped at its owners, a metal chain leading him deeper into the chamber and towards the fellowship. Buffy felt her heart beat drop about a thousand times when she saw Sam dodge the Troll, then Gimli. The Troll the spotted her and made its way forth.
Buffy slapped her forehead in concentration. Why was everything either after her or Frodo?
She removed her hand in time to tumble salt out of the Troll's way before its club smashed into her body. She got up quickly and made for a safer spot in the chamber, but only ended up cornered by four set of Orcs. Rubbing her temple, she twirled Beren in the air and sent a blow to the nearest Orc, sending him backwards and into a stone pillar. The other came at her with a large stone and managed to swap at her arm, but Buffy grabbed both his shoulders and threw him against an arrow, seeming to be floating in the air. But she looked up and saw Legolas fighting beside her, pulling the arrow free from the Orc's belly.
She wanted to smile in thanks, but felt something grab her leg, and she turned to see the Orc she threw dragging her back.
Legolas made to help the slayer, jumping high into the air and onto the Orc. Though she could have handled this quite fine, the Elf still arched an arrow and slain the Orc between the eyes.
"Um… thank you?" Buffy said doubtfully, stepping away from the dead Orc.
Legolas smiled quickly but turned ahead of her. "Buffy, move!"
The slayer turned her head around enough to see the Troll charging at her and the Elf. Suddenly, it picked her up off the ground and into the air. Screaming, Buffy grabbed onto its loose chain and held on tightly. What a rush! She thought, feeling her adrenaline pumping quicker and quicker, hoping that she'd make it back on the ground alive. The Troll, now acknowledging the girl on his back, tried so desperately to grab her, but it only ended up making him look twice as foolish as he already looked. Buffy smiled grimly, holding on more tightly.
Just when Buffy was having fun, something whistled through the air and an arrow pierced the Troll's head.
It roared loudly and touched the offending wound, roaring again in anger as Aragorn fired another arrow.
A yell sounded against the chamber, and Buffy saw a glimpse of Aragorn running somewhere else. Legolas let one last arrow whistle through the air and this time it touched its mouth with its finger, pulling back with bright red blood on the tips of its long nails. It swayed a little, the Hobbits down below dodging before it could step on them, and with a light gasp from Buffy, both she and the Troll came tumbling down onto the cold, death covered floor of the Chamber.
She waited angrily for everyone to run over and coo her like a little kid, but instead the room fell silent. Buffy lay sprawled on the troll when her body began to slowly slip off its back, falling down onto the fallen debris and bodies.
No one came to help her and she felt an immense loss of sociability with the fellowship. Maybe if she wasn't so mean to them before, they'd probably come and help her up. She sighed. She really did miss her Scooby gang.
"Frodo! Frodo!" Sam cried, and Buffy saw his little legs run pass her.
"He is dead." Boromir whispered from somewhere around Buffy.
The giant Troll at her side slightly moved and Buffy, panicking, crawled away from it. But she was sure it was dead and fell flat against a broken piece of stone, looking around the chamber and at her friends. Legolas had his arms limply at his side, Gimli was on the floor and covered in dust, Boromir was standing with Gandalf and the Hobbits- wait. Where was Frodo? Buffy's eyes wandered over to Merry, Pippin, Sam and then…
"Frodo?" She breathed, her hand finding her mouth to cover the giant O that took place of her parted panting.
He was laying flat on his stomach, his face hidden beneath a boulder and Sam's shuddering form. At that moment Buffy's lungs closed and her chest became very heavy, her eyes large and scared. Dead? But when she was about to consider his death, he moved, and surprised everyone with a loud gasp. He was fine?
"You're alive! Blessed be, you're alive Frodo!" Sam cried, grabbing onto his Master and running his fingers around the metal chain across his chest, now that his shirt was brushed passed a gaping hole.
Aragorn exhaled shakily. "That spear could have skewered a wild boar, what had stopped it from killing you?"
"Me thrilled." Buffy said suddenly, and everyone turned to her. She flushed under their gazes. "What? I can't know something about Middle- earth without you guys jumping on my back?"
"Actually, it is Mithril." Legolas corrected. Buffy glared. "The Dwarves in the mountains had sent it down to my father for exchange. It is a very powerful piece of material, worn only for highest of people. In this case, you, Frodo."
Gimli smiled fondly at the Hobbit. "It is an honor having you wear a piece of my family, Frodo. A great honor."
Drum.
Buffy turned to Gandalf, who began walking to the broken down, once wooden, doors.
"More are coming. We must hurry to Kazad- Dum." He said.
"Great, more words I can't pronounce." Buffy sighed.