Willow- 'That's not what making
out sounds like, unless I'm doing it wrong.'
Chapter sixteen
Finally! Lothlórien. What will Galadriel have to say to Buffy and the unforgettable… well, scroll down and read. Then you'll see what I'm talking about
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They started at once and had no need to stop their pace, for the trees of Lorien were coming closer and closer. Buffy could smell the lovely late winter's breeze and she could hear the ruffling of leaves as they swept among the wood's floor. It was a truly beautiful place, but feeling like this made her feel guilty and she slowed her pace when Aragorn ordered them to remain behind.
"Though these woods are long familiar, I cannot risk anything." He said, more to himself than anyone particular.
"Stay close Hobbits." Gimli said breathlessly. "They say a sorceress lives among these woods. Perilous. Never defeated and cunning of the eyes and mouth. Watch what you think, for she is truly evil."
Legolas made a grunt of protest, but said nothing. Buffy knew nothing could be worse than Glory.
They continued with the same path for a half an hour when Buffy felt the atmosphere begin to change. The air became thicker and harder to inhale, and the hearts of the fellowship grew heavier. At last they came upon an opening, narrowing far down into a much more thin area of the trees. Buffy looked up at the brilliant shades of silver and green, the trees' foliage hanging low and tickling her face. When Buffy batted her arms around to block away the bothersome leaves, she noticed a berry lying below a trunk of a tree.
Curiously, she stooped down and picked it up, and frowned thoughtfully. She wondered if Middle- earth usually had strawberries laying around.
She felt someone kneel beside her. "Do not wander from the group, Buffy. And yes, that is a strawberry."
Buffy watched Aragorn walk off and decided to keep it. What could one strawberry do anyway? She was hungry. As she got up and fell back in line with Sam and Boromir, she noticed another berry on the ground. Before she could pick it up Sam had snatched it clean from the ground and looked at it in wonder.
"I can make dessert with this." He mulled, and looked down at the ground. "And look! another one."
Buffy looked down at the dozens of strawberries laying around the ground and at the body of the trees. They must have fallen out from the highest peak of the tree, because she and Sam saw some fall from it and roll away down a mound.
As they all continued walking slowly around them, Buffy and Sam decided to gather some strawberries since they were all running out on food and refreshments. They kept popping out of no where and the more they gathered in their arms and poured back into Sam's, the more encouraged they got. Tonight they'd actually have a real meal. With strawberries!
Sam hurried to catch up with Buffy and she gave him her berries to put in his pouch. He accepted them gratefully, but midway of strapping his pouch together, he noticed something queer. Around them the trees hadn't cease to blow, but the leaves on a peculiar tree continued to blow back and forth, then suddenly stop. Then that rhythm would repeat itself and a few strawberries would fall from them. He stopped below the tree as everyone continued walking without noticing, he stayed as still as possible and tried to focus on what could be up there.
Then as ungodly things popped into his mind, such as a Fell Beast or an Orc or goblins, he ran full speed towards the Buffyship and charged straight for Buffy. She then fell forwards and into Gimli, who fell into Frodo, who fell into Legolas, who fell into Boromir, who fell into Merry and Merry ended it by falling into Pippin.
An oomph was heard when Pippin was last to fall on the ground, and Aragorn turned around slowly.
His eyes narrowed. "What are you all doing on the floor?"
"Commemorating the weeds of Lothlórien." Buffy answered angrily, gently moving Sam off from her.
"Well, we must continue. So get up." He ordered, and turned back around.
"Sure, your majes- OW!" She cried, looking down at what thumped her on the head.
"Majesow?" Pippin and Merry repeated in unison.
This time it wasn't a berry that fell from the tree, but a long metal chain and with, how strange, a silver cross attached to it.
"Buffy, are you all right?" Boromir asked worriedly.
She rubbed the sore spot on her head and knelt down to pick up the chain. "I… think so."
"Then let us go."
Buffy didn't listen at first and gazed down at the pendant she held in her hand. Fingering the familiar, rough texture, she heard a distinct sound from way up in the tree. She moved her head back in order to see what was making that noise, but found herself pushed back and pinned roughly against the soil.
The figure above her screamed and Buffy threw her off and against a tree.
Before the woman could get back up, Buffy side kicked her and sent her back into the branch of the tree. Angry, the woman grabbed hold of Buffy's leg and turned her in mid air, sending her face flat into a pile of leaves.
She saw the woman's feet stop right by her face, ready to kick Buffy if needed, but being quick minded with super Slayer powers, Buffy tumble salted in the air and stood her ground. With her fists raised high in the air, she dodged a neat blow sent by the woman, and ducked a kick. Buffy took a long swing of her fist and made it hit the side of her face, but ended up getting pulled back with her. Buffy exclaimed a battled cry and jumped up into the air, side kicking her in the face and sending her to the ground. The woman lay sprawled on the ground, her whacky brown curls covering her face.
Breathing heavily, Buffy placed her foot on the woman's belly and scowled.
"This is what you meant by, cya soon?"
"I had the same exact dream, damn." She growled, spitting out her hair from her mouth. "It's not like I fell through some unholy portal or anything."
Buffys foot slowly removed itself from Faith's abdomen. "That's right. I did fall." Then Buffy's expression turned back to being angry. "You aren't suppose to be here Faith! And aren't you suppose to be in Los Angeles?"
The fellowship watched the strange conversation with the new arrival, too baffled to say anything.
"Hello, who's the stud?" Faith asked, referring to Boromir.
Buffy snapped a finger in front of Faith's face. "Im talking to you."
Faith frowned and crossed her arms. "Don't you want to introduce me to your new and improved Scooby gang?" She eyed them and smiled broadly. "Not to shabby, B. Not too shabby."
Buffy glowered but Merry nudged her with his hand. Sighing, Buffy quickly introduced everyone.
"And this is Faith. My friend." She added uneasily, glancing at Faith.
She held out a hand to Boromir. "Her slayer acquaintance. Her side kick. Her loyal and trusting bud."
Buffy bit back something spiteful.
"How did you appear before us?" inquired Boromir.
Faith shrugged, giving the Hobbits and Gimli a weird look before replying. "No clue. I was on the way to Angel's place to ask him about you, B. Supposedly you died. Again." She added.
Everyone except Faith turned to Buffy sharply. Her head suddenly shot forwards and she threw her arm around Faith, laughing shrilly. "She's such a joker! Ha. Oh Faith, wouldn't you love to come with us to Mordor?"
"Mordor?" Faith's brows perked. "You mean Hell?"
"Something of the sort." Legolas muttered.
"This is all quite the sight, but if Faith here isn't against us, then shall we continue?" Aragorn chimed impatiently.
"Hell yeah I'll come with ya'll." Faith replied and then gave Boromir a suggestive look. "What's your name again?"
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The dropping in from Faith was troubling Buffy beyond belief. And the news she brought with her were disturbing to the fellowship, but somehow Buffy wasn't so surprised. The dreams, though, proved differently for her. They were like visions or clues as to what was going to happen, or what already did happen. Buffy hated those dreams almost as much as she hated Faith for dropping into Middle- earth to ogle at a sweaty Boromir and take away the fellowship from her. No one told Faith to come, so why is she here? Sadly, Buffy wished Gandalf was back. She really needed a word with him.
Somewhere in the dead center of Lothlórien the sun peaking through the tiny gaps in- between the branches set, and the moonlight peered high above them, casting a silvery light among everyone. Aragorn ordered the Buffyship to stay close and hold hands if needed, but seeing how they were now surrounded by woodland Elves with arrows, that wasn't the problem anymore.
Faith backed into Buffy and went to bark something at an Elf who had an arrow leaning against her, but Buffy poked her in the side and the other slayer restrained herself. Aragorn stepped forwards and addressed the head Elf, a blonde like the others, as Haldir and began speaking with him in Elvish. The only thing Buffy could understand was Haldir and bananas?
She noticed now that they resembled an awful lot like Legolas, and wondered if they were related to him in any way.
"Aragorn." Gimli said. "These woods are perilous. We should head back."
Buffy of Sunnydale.
Buffy snapped her head from side to side.
"You cannot go back, Gimli son of Gloín." Haldir spoke gently, turning to Buffy but speaking to the entire group. "The Lady wishes to speak with you."
Welcome to Lothlórien, Buffy Anne Summers.
"Oh, not the voices again." Buffy hissed, but shrugged when Faith looked back at her.
Well… sort of. tee hee hee…
Chapter sixteen
Finally! Lothlórien. What will Galadriel have to say to Buffy and the unforgettable… well, scroll down and read. Then you'll see what I'm talking about
---
They started at once and had no need to stop their pace, for the trees of Lorien were coming closer and closer. Buffy could smell the lovely late winter's breeze and she could hear the ruffling of leaves as they swept among the wood's floor. It was a truly beautiful place, but feeling like this made her feel guilty and she slowed her pace when Aragorn ordered them to remain behind.
"Though these woods are long familiar, I cannot risk anything." He said, more to himself than anyone particular.
"Stay close Hobbits." Gimli said breathlessly. "They say a sorceress lives among these woods. Perilous. Never defeated and cunning of the eyes and mouth. Watch what you think, for she is truly evil."
Legolas made a grunt of protest, but said nothing. Buffy knew nothing could be worse than Glory.
They continued with the same path for a half an hour when Buffy felt the atmosphere begin to change. The air became thicker and harder to inhale, and the hearts of the fellowship grew heavier. At last they came upon an opening, narrowing far down into a much more thin area of the trees. Buffy looked up at the brilliant shades of silver and green, the trees' foliage hanging low and tickling her face. When Buffy batted her arms around to block away the bothersome leaves, she noticed a berry lying below a trunk of a tree.
Curiously, she stooped down and picked it up, and frowned thoughtfully. She wondered if Middle- earth usually had strawberries laying around.
She felt someone kneel beside her. "Do not wander from the group, Buffy. And yes, that is a strawberry."
Buffy watched Aragorn walk off and decided to keep it. What could one strawberry do anyway? She was hungry. As she got up and fell back in line with Sam and Boromir, she noticed another berry on the ground. Before she could pick it up Sam had snatched it clean from the ground and looked at it in wonder.
"I can make dessert with this." He mulled, and looked down at the ground. "And look! another one."
Buffy looked down at the dozens of strawberries laying around the ground and at the body of the trees. They must have fallen out from the highest peak of the tree, because she and Sam saw some fall from it and roll away down a mound.
As they all continued walking slowly around them, Buffy and Sam decided to gather some strawberries since they were all running out on food and refreshments. They kept popping out of no where and the more they gathered in their arms and poured back into Sam's, the more encouraged they got. Tonight they'd actually have a real meal. With strawberries!
Sam hurried to catch up with Buffy and she gave him her berries to put in his pouch. He accepted them gratefully, but midway of strapping his pouch together, he noticed something queer. Around them the trees hadn't cease to blow, but the leaves on a peculiar tree continued to blow back and forth, then suddenly stop. Then that rhythm would repeat itself and a few strawberries would fall from them. He stopped below the tree as everyone continued walking without noticing, he stayed as still as possible and tried to focus on what could be up there.
Then as ungodly things popped into his mind, such as a Fell Beast or an Orc or goblins, he ran full speed towards the Buffyship and charged straight for Buffy. She then fell forwards and into Gimli, who fell into Frodo, who fell into Legolas, who fell into Boromir, who fell into Merry and Merry ended it by falling into Pippin.
An oomph was heard when Pippin was last to fall on the ground, and Aragorn turned around slowly.
His eyes narrowed. "What are you all doing on the floor?"
"Commemorating the weeds of Lothlórien." Buffy answered angrily, gently moving Sam off from her.
"Well, we must continue. So get up." He ordered, and turned back around.
"Sure, your majes- OW!" She cried, looking down at what thumped her on the head.
"Majesow?" Pippin and Merry repeated in unison.
This time it wasn't a berry that fell from the tree, but a long metal chain and with, how strange, a silver cross attached to it.
"Buffy, are you all right?" Boromir asked worriedly.
She rubbed the sore spot on her head and knelt down to pick up the chain. "I… think so."
"Then let us go."
Buffy didn't listen at first and gazed down at the pendant she held in her hand. Fingering the familiar, rough texture, she heard a distinct sound from way up in the tree. She moved her head back in order to see what was making that noise, but found herself pushed back and pinned roughly against the soil.
The figure above her screamed and Buffy threw her off and against a tree.
Before the woman could get back up, Buffy side kicked her and sent her back into the branch of the tree. Angry, the woman grabbed hold of Buffy's leg and turned her in mid air, sending her face flat into a pile of leaves.
She saw the woman's feet stop right by her face, ready to kick Buffy if needed, but being quick minded with super Slayer powers, Buffy tumble salted in the air and stood her ground. With her fists raised high in the air, she dodged a neat blow sent by the woman, and ducked a kick. Buffy took a long swing of her fist and made it hit the side of her face, but ended up getting pulled back with her. Buffy exclaimed a battled cry and jumped up into the air, side kicking her in the face and sending her to the ground. The woman lay sprawled on the ground, her whacky brown curls covering her face.
Breathing heavily, Buffy placed her foot on the woman's belly and scowled.
"This is what you meant by, cya soon?"
"I had the same exact dream, damn." She growled, spitting out her hair from her mouth. "It's not like I fell through some unholy portal or anything."
Buffys foot slowly removed itself from Faith's abdomen. "That's right. I did fall." Then Buffy's expression turned back to being angry. "You aren't suppose to be here Faith! And aren't you suppose to be in Los Angeles?"
The fellowship watched the strange conversation with the new arrival, too baffled to say anything.
"Hello, who's the stud?" Faith asked, referring to Boromir.
Buffy snapped a finger in front of Faith's face. "Im talking to you."
Faith frowned and crossed her arms. "Don't you want to introduce me to your new and improved Scooby gang?" She eyed them and smiled broadly. "Not to shabby, B. Not too shabby."
Buffy glowered but Merry nudged her with his hand. Sighing, Buffy quickly introduced everyone.
"And this is Faith. My friend." She added uneasily, glancing at Faith.
She held out a hand to Boromir. "Her slayer acquaintance. Her side kick. Her loyal and trusting bud."
Buffy bit back something spiteful.
"How did you appear before us?" inquired Boromir.
Faith shrugged, giving the Hobbits and Gimli a weird look before replying. "No clue. I was on the way to Angel's place to ask him about you, B. Supposedly you died. Again." She added.
Everyone except Faith turned to Buffy sharply. Her head suddenly shot forwards and she threw her arm around Faith, laughing shrilly. "She's such a joker! Ha. Oh Faith, wouldn't you love to come with us to Mordor?"
"Mordor?" Faith's brows perked. "You mean Hell?"
"Something of the sort." Legolas muttered.
"This is all quite the sight, but if Faith here isn't against us, then shall we continue?" Aragorn chimed impatiently.
"Hell yeah I'll come with ya'll." Faith replied and then gave Boromir a suggestive look. "What's your name again?"
---
The dropping in from Faith was troubling Buffy beyond belief. And the news she brought with her were disturbing to the fellowship, but somehow Buffy wasn't so surprised. The dreams, though, proved differently for her. They were like visions or clues as to what was going to happen, or what already did happen. Buffy hated those dreams almost as much as she hated Faith for dropping into Middle- earth to ogle at a sweaty Boromir and take away the fellowship from her. No one told Faith to come, so why is she here? Sadly, Buffy wished Gandalf was back. She really needed a word with him.
Somewhere in the dead center of Lothlórien the sun peaking through the tiny gaps in- between the branches set, and the moonlight peered high above them, casting a silvery light among everyone. Aragorn ordered the Buffyship to stay close and hold hands if needed, but seeing how they were now surrounded by woodland Elves with arrows, that wasn't the problem anymore.
Faith backed into Buffy and went to bark something at an Elf who had an arrow leaning against her, but Buffy poked her in the side and the other slayer restrained herself. Aragorn stepped forwards and addressed the head Elf, a blonde like the others, as Haldir and began speaking with him in Elvish. The only thing Buffy could understand was Haldir and bananas?
She noticed now that they resembled an awful lot like Legolas, and wondered if they were related to him in any way.
"Aragorn." Gimli said. "These woods are perilous. We should head back."
Buffy of Sunnydale.
Buffy snapped her head from side to side.
"You cannot go back, Gimli son of Gloín." Haldir spoke gently, turning to Buffy but speaking to the entire group. "The Lady wishes to speak with you."
Welcome to Lothlórien, Buffy Anne Summers.
"Oh, not the voices again." Buffy hissed, but shrugged when Faith looked back at her.
Well… sort of. tee hee hee…