Giles- 'Buffy, you have a
scared birthright to protect mankind. Don't stick
out your elbow.'
Just wanted to say something- has anyone seen that car commercial with Legolas and a little girl hitting the stop button, just to fantasize about being an Elf and looking all dreamy eyed at him? Well. I have, and it's rather funny. It keeps the fan girlism alive. Keep an eye out for it, though. It might just be in America, so if you aren't from there then rats. ):
Chapter fifteen
Buffy's mind over the past day had been unobservant, lost and mostly forgotten of most things. Things like Sunnydale and home and her friends were lost in the back of her mind, and as the atmospheric condition was far less warmer than the Buffyship would like, things were quiet and no one made any signs of discomfort. Buffy, however, walked far behind the rest in thought, but what she thought of was how tired she was. The more she thought on this, the more she felt miserable with herself.
"This weather befuddles me." Gimli said softly. "What we should do is stop and make a fire-"
"Gimli." Aragorn said sharply. "How many times have I said we mustn't? These lands still have us greatly outnumbered."
"Right. Sorry. Forgot." The Dwarf muttered, drooping his head and falling back in line.
Perhaps Aragorn was right, but what the Dwarf suggested wasn't all that bad. How greatly outnumbered were they, anyway? Ten- well, nine now- against how many? Well, those stupid black riders could kiss Buffy's tired ass, because she is sore and ready for a break. And to her greatest relief Aragorn came to a stop and stooped down to examine the ground. For a moment Buffy thought they'd have to get up again, but when the Ranger crawled away she flopped back on the soft grass and curled against a large stone.
Legolas watched the Slayer rest from where he was with Aragorn. She seemed awfully quiet among them, notwithstanding the fact that mostly everyone was quiet too.
Turning away from her, he looked down at him. "We are all tired Aragorn, but we do not need to rest. Lothlórien is yet away, Gimli could see the trees."
He stood up and dusted off his hands. "No Legolas, they are tired and weary, we must rest." Clapping the Elf on the shoulder, he turned to the others. "We will rest here until the sun begins to set. Do not be a burden and eat little from your packs."
Sam turned away disappointed, but took out jerky and passed everyone a piece.
Buffy rejected some and sighed. Her eyes wandered far up into the sky, gray and bleak, and felt like this trip couldn't get any worse. All I need now is a bad dream, she thought sarcastically, and ironically she fell into a troubled sleep.
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Lost under the clear skies and white fluffy clouds, Buffy was at peace. A compatible peace that she had long forgotten, but somehow she knew it wasn't lost. It'll never be lost. A content smile plastered her face as she lay about the ground, Willow and Xander on either side of her. Nothing, and she meant nothing, could ruin this moment.
"I saw your mother today." said Willow.
Well, maybe that.
Buffy nibbled on her strawberry and frowned. "You did? Where?" She brooded.
Willow turned away gravely. "Oh… just at the cemetery."
"What?" She choked, dropping the strawberry in her lap. "Why would my mother be at a cemetery- oh. That's right."
"Oh, don't listen to the witch. You're mother probably cant even rise from the grave." Xander rambled "Unless she was some kind of vampire demon or something-"
Willow elbowed him in the gut. "As, I was saying. I saw her. She looked… icky and all pale."
Buffy sat up so quickly that she knocked over the berry bowl. Xander let out a cry and dived in for the fruits, desperately trying to place them back into the bowl. The slayer looked at the witch gravely and tried to gain her breath.
"What did my mother say?" She asked urgently.
Willow shrugged. "Something about hating her new home and-" She lifted her leg so Xander could crawl under and grab a few escaping cherries. "-complaining an awful lot about the bugs."
"A-anything else?" Buffy was getting more and more anxious.
Willow thought for a moment and when Buffy let out a sigh, she saw the witch's eyes turn to something behind her. Buffy turned around quickly and jumped back at what she saw. The figure emerged from the fog in a rush of a gray nothingness, but as Buffy squinted her vision became clear and the woman threw back her head and laughed.
"Faith!" Buffy exclaimed.
"In the flesh. Well, sort of." Faith replied sardonically. "Hey, B! What's been happenin' lately? Any new hunks?"
"Actually-" Buffy began, but then remembered something about the other slayer. "Hey, you're suppose to be in jail!"
Faith shrugged. "Nah, I decided that I'm better off as a jail bird. Orange isn't my color."
Buffy stood angrily and moved in front of her. "What are you doing here? You aren't suppose to be here, y'know."
"Chill out, B!" Faith laughed. "I'm just here for the touring."
Buffy frowned and looked down. "Um, where's here?"
Faith grabbed Buffy by the shoulders and whirled her around. "Middle- earth."
A light dawned on her face and she slapped her hand over it. "Oh god no. This is another one of those damn dreams, isn't it? And you're trying to give me an inkling of a super dark secret, right? Greaaat."
"No, actually, I came to tell you that I miss you. I really do."
Buffy rolled her eyes. "You came into my dream just to tell me that you missed me? Well, what about Xander and Willow? Why were we- where'd they go?"
Faith waved her off. "Oh don't worry about that, just say what you were about to say."
"Why were we eating strawberries?" She continued. "Aren't dreams from your subconscious, trying to tell you something? Well, I don't understand."
Faith raised her chin and smiled. "I'll catch ya' later, Buff."
"Wait! What do you mean you'll catch me later?" Buffy called out.
Faith simply waved and continued backing up into the fog, ending the dream when Buffy couldn't see her anymore.
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"Shh, you're gonna' wake her up, Sam!"
"She might be hungry, Peregrin." Sam grumbled.
"You know, sometimes you're really stupid-" Pippin hissed, but Buffy sat up suddenly.
"Strawberries!" Buffy cried. "Strawberries!"
"Strawberries?" Pippin repeated curiously.
"Strawberries." Sam affirmed and both Hobbits scooted beside the waking woman.
"And Faith." She whispered, meant only for her to hear, but the Hobbits exchanged bemused glances.
Buffy touched her forehead gently and tried to blink away the headache forming split center down her head. She remembered the bizarre dream, she remembered the strawberries, and she remembered spilling the berries. But what she couldn't remember was what Faith had said to her. Buffy groaned and threw her fist back against the stone, shattering it suddenly and rousing a sleeping Gimli. The Hobbits backed away and went on with cooking their meal.
Buffy decided she needed to talk to someone about her dream, and she looked upon the group for Gandalf. "Where did that wizard get to, I need to talk with-" Frodo gave her one of the most gravest, saddest, wettest looks possible to human kind and she felt a tug at her heart that reminded her what happened. "Oh… never… mind."
"Are you hungry, Buffy?" Legolas asked quietly, disturbing her when she didn't notice him beside her.
She rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Um, no, not really. Just sleepy."
His face remained melancholy. "May I ask you a question?"
Buffy shrugged and picked at the broken stone pieces. "Yeah. Sure."
"Who's Glory? And Faith? And what of Dawn, your sister?" Buffy turned to him, surprised. "You talk of peace quite often, and I am just curious as why you speak of those. Does it have to do with morning?"
"What is this, fifty questions?" She exclaimed. "And no, they don't have to do with anything about morning. They are people. And how could you put Faith and Glory in the same sentence as peace, especially when you're referring to them! Don't you know who they are?" She sat back and growled.
Legolas furrowed his eyebrows. "I- and what of Dawn? Do you miss her?"
She was quiet for a moment. Then she sprung up. "Of course I miss my sister, what kind of beast would I be if I didn't?"
"I do not know." He replied honestly. "You dream of her, and they are bad dreams." At Buffy's hard look, he shrugged. "She just seems to torture you. And I feared that you hate her."
Buffy didn't know what to say to that. The Elf had described her exact dreams over the past month or so, and having him read her mind like that left her baffled for more questions.
"Um…" Her voice trailed off and she looked over at Aragorn. "Oh, look, we're going, cool."
"Buffy, wait." Legolas pleaded, but the slayer stood and brushed passed him.
She strode in line with Boromir and looked at him wearily. "When we get to Lothlórien, can you just snap your fingers in front of my face?"
The man nodded and knew not to press her on. "Of course, Buffy. Of course." But his thoughts were else where…
Just wanted to say something- has anyone seen that car commercial with Legolas and a little girl hitting the stop button, just to fantasize about being an Elf and looking all dreamy eyed at him? Well. I have, and it's rather funny. It keeps the fan girlism alive. Keep an eye out for it, though. It might just be in America, so if you aren't from there then rats. ):
Chapter fifteen
Buffy's mind over the past day had been unobservant, lost and mostly forgotten of most things. Things like Sunnydale and home and her friends were lost in the back of her mind, and as the atmospheric condition was far less warmer than the Buffyship would like, things were quiet and no one made any signs of discomfort. Buffy, however, walked far behind the rest in thought, but what she thought of was how tired she was. The more she thought on this, the more she felt miserable with herself.
"This weather befuddles me." Gimli said softly. "What we should do is stop and make a fire-"
"Gimli." Aragorn said sharply. "How many times have I said we mustn't? These lands still have us greatly outnumbered."
"Right. Sorry. Forgot." The Dwarf muttered, drooping his head and falling back in line.
Perhaps Aragorn was right, but what the Dwarf suggested wasn't all that bad. How greatly outnumbered were they, anyway? Ten- well, nine now- against how many? Well, those stupid black riders could kiss Buffy's tired ass, because she is sore and ready for a break. And to her greatest relief Aragorn came to a stop and stooped down to examine the ground. For a moment Buffy thought they'd have to get up again, but when the Ranger crawled away she flopped back on the soft grass and curled against a large stone.
Legolas watched the Slayer rest from where he was with Aragorn. She seemed awfully quiet among them, notwithstanding the fact that mostly everyone was quiet too.
Turning away from her, he looked down at him. "We are all tired Aragorn, but we do not need to rest. Lothlórien is yet away, Gimli could see the trees."
He stood up and dusted off his hands. "No Legolas, they are tired and weary, we must rest." Clapping the Elf on the shoulder, he turned to the others. "We will rest here until the sun begins to set. Do not be a burden and eat little from your packs."
Sam turned away disappointed, but took out jerky and passed everyone a piece.
Buffy rejected some and sighed. Her eyes wandered far up into the sky, gray and bleak, and felt like this trip couldn't get any worse. All I need now is a bad dream, she thought sarcastically, and ironically she fell into a troubled sleep.
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Lost under the clear skies and white fluffy clouds, Buffy was at peace. A compatible peace that she had long forgotten, but somehow she knew it wasn't lost. It'll never be lost. A content smile plastered her face as she lay about the ground, Willow and Xander on either side of her. Nothing, and she meant nothing, could ruin this moment.
"I saw your mother today." said Willow.
Well, maybe that.
Buffy nibbled on her strawberry and frowned. "You did? Where?" She brooded.
Willow turned away gravely. "Oh… just at the cemetery."
"What?" She choked, dropping the strawberry in her lap. "Why would my mother be at a cemetery- oh. That's right."
"Oh, don't listen to the witch. You're mother probably cant even rise from the grave." Xander rambled "Unless she was some kind of vampire demon or something-"
Willow elbowed him in the gut. "As, I was saying. I saw her. She looked… icky and all pale."
Buffy sat up so quickly that she knocked over the berry bowl. Xander let out a cry and dived in for the fruits, desperately trying to place them back into the bowl. The slayer looked at the witch gravely and tried to gain her breath.
"What did my mother say?" She asked urgently.
Willow shrugged. "Something about hating her new home and-" She lifted her leg so Xander could crawl under and grab a few escaping cherries. "-complaining an awful lot about the bugs."
"A-anything else?" Buffy was getting more and more anxious.
Willow thought for a moment and when Buffy let out a sigh, she saw the witch's eyes turn to something behind her. Buffy turned around quickly and jumped back at what she saw. The figure emerged from the fog in a rush of a gray nothingness, but as Buffy squinted her vision became clear and the woman threw back her head and laughed.
"Faith!" Buffy exclaimed.
"In the flesh. Well, sort of." Faith replied sardonically. "Hey, B! What's been happenin' lately? Any new hunks?"
"Actually-" Buffy began, but then remembered something about the other slayer. "Hey, you're suppose to be in jail!"
Faith shrugged. "Nah, I decided that I'm better off as a jail bird. Orange isn't my color."
Buffy stood angrily and moved in front of her. "What are you doing here? You aren't suppose to be here, y'know."
"Chill out, B!" Faith laughed. "I'm just here for the touring."
Buffy frowned and looked down. "Um, where's here?"
Faith grabbed Buffy by the shoulders and whirled her around. "Middle- earth."
A light dawned on her face and she slapped her hand over it. "Oh god no. This is another one of those damn dreams, isn't it? And you're trying to give me an inkling of a super dark secret, right? Greaaat."
"No, actually, I came to tell you that I miss you. I really do."
Buffy rolled her eyes. "You came into my dream just to tell me that you missed me? Well, what about Xander and Willow? Why were we- where'd they go?"
Faith waved her off. "Oh don't worry about that, just say what you were about to say."
"Why were we eating strawberries?" She continued. "Aren't dreams from your subconscious, trying to tell you something? Well, I don't understand."
Faith raised her chin and smiled. "I'll catch ya' later, Buff."
"Wait! What do you mean you'll catch me later?" Buffy called out.
Faith simply waved and continued backing up into the fog, ending the dream when Buffy couldn't see her anymore.
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"Shh, you're gonna' wake her up, Sam!"
"She might be hungry, Peregrin." Sam grumbled.
"You know, sometimes you're really stupid-" Pippin hissed, but Buffy sat up suddenly.
"Strawberries!" Buffy cried. "Strawberries!"
"Strawberries?" Pippin repeated curiously.
"Strawberries." Sam affirmed and both Hobbits scooted beside the waking woman.
"And Faith." She whispered, meant only for her to hear, but the Hobbits exchanged bemused glances.
Buffy touched her forehead gently and tried to blink away the headache forming split center down her head. She remembered the bizarre dream, she remembered the strawberries, and she remembered spilling the berries. But what she couldn't remember was what Faith had said to her. Buffy groaned and threw her fist back against the stone, shattering it suddenly and rousing a sleeping Gimli. The Hobbits backed away and went on with cooking their meal.
Buffy decided she needed to talk to someone about her dream, and she looked upon the group for Gandalf. "Where did that wizard get to, I need to talk with-" Frodo gave her one of the most gravest, saddest, wettest looks possible to human kind and she felt a tug at her heart that reminded her what happened. "Oh… never… mind."
"Are you hungry, Buffy?" Legolas asked quietly, disturbing her when she didn't notice him beside her.
She rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Um, no, not really. Just sleepy."
His face remained melancholy. "May I ask you a question?"
Buffy shrugged and picked at the broken stone pieces. "Yeah. Sure."
"Who's Glory? And Faith? And what of Dawn, your sister?" Buffy turned to him, surprised. "You talk of peace quite often, and I am just curious as why you speak of those. Does it have to do with morning?"
"What is this, fifty questions?" She exclaimed. "And no, they don't have to do with anything about morning. They are people. And how could you put Faith and Glory in the same sentence as peace, especially when you're referring to them! Don't you know who they are?" She sat back and growled.
Legolas furrowed his eyebrows. "I- and what of Dawn? Do you miss her?"
She was quiet for a moment. Then she sprung up. "Of course I miss my sister, what kind of beast would I be if I didn't?"
"I do not know." He replied honestly. "You dream of her, and they are bad dreams." At Buffy's hard look, he shrugged. "She just seems to torture you. And I feared that you hate her."
Buffy didn't know what to say to that. The Elf had described her exact dreams over the past month or so, and having him read her mind like that left her baffled for more questions.
"Um…" Her voice trailed off and she looked over at Aragorn. "Oh, look, we're going, cool."
"Buffy, wait." Legolas pleaded, but the slayer stood and brushed passed him.
She strode in line with Boromir and looked at him wearily. "When we get to Lothlórien, can you just snap your fingers in front of my face?"
The man nodded and knew not to press her on. "Of course, Buffy. Of course." But his thoughts were else where…