This time you'll be introduced to
Galadriel through the eyes of Buffy. Can you believe it? Faith?
Joining the fellowship? I had to put some plot twister in there, so I
hope you like it. This is a warning people, severe mushiness and some
tense revelations will unfold before us in Lothlorien. A lot can happen
in a whole month, and with Faith with them there's going to be a
lot
of romance. Will it last? Who knows…
As I was saying. Chapter seventeen
"Can you believe how freaky this shit is?" Faith whispered to Buffy, giving her hand a tight squeeze. "Middle- earth is one kinky fucking place, B. I mean, blind folds? Why in the world do we need to be blindfolded?"
"Just shut up and hold my hand." Buffy snapped.
Faith sighed deeply. "Boromir? Are you there?"
Boromir awkwardly squeezed Faiths other hand. "Please be silent Lady. I am here."
"We are here." Announced Haldir, moving aside just as Faith tripped over a fallen log. "Do try to be careful, the Lady wishes to speak and to have avowed everyone by the end of the evening. She has many things to do."
"Like file her nails down." Buffy muttered, but sighed with relief when the Elves removed their blindfolds, leaving a throbbing mark across Buffy's forehead. It took a moment for her to realize where they were.
Lorien seemed to have a blue effulgence glow to it, tinted with the small amount of moonlight somewhere above them. Entranced with the beauty of both the Elves and the Woods, she, nor the others, noticed the new arrivals; Celeborn and Galadriel. Buffy turned her head around slowly and frowned when the other's uttered gasps of surprise. Quite honestly, she didn't really understand the concept of Galadriel's dark and mysterious beauty, because it most definitely did not meet Arwen's standards. Weren't they related or something?
If someone had a knife to Buffy's throat and the only way for her to survive was to tell the truth, Buffy would have told everyone how she felt about Galadriel. And her husband? Can you say, goofy?
Galadriel looked at Buffy sharply. "Some things," she began deeply, but her eyes were large and pointy. "should never meant to happen, but yet they do. Tell me," Her voice softened. "why has Gandalf left?"
Buffy literally felt the Buffyship's hearts skip a few beats.
Faith looked around slowly, shaken underneath Galadriel's gaze, and said nothing about this Gandalf person.
For a what felt like hours, but were only mere minutes, Galadriel continued.
"He has fallen into darkness." It was an affirmation.
"In Moria, my lady." Aragorn whispered so lightly that Buffy strained to hear his words. "The demon of the underworld had bestowed him into the shadowy pit of hell. He has died."
Celeborn remained impassive by Galadriel's side, staring intently at Buffy and Faith.
"Then the path remains unreasoned for the ten walkers." She gave a look to Faith, who gave a deep shudder and moved closer to Buffy. "But there are some people who hold the Ring in the palm of their hands, assuring themselves that if the hands strays a little, the Ring shall remain safe. I cannot say how big of a lie that is."
No one said anything, and Galadriel smiled gently, showing a gentle side of the Lady.
"Go now and rest your weary souls, for your legs cannot stand on their own anymore."
Haste wisely, Slayer!
----
"It was really weird, I mean really weird." Faith said. "Weirder than ending up here. Can you say, medieval times?"
"This isn't medieval times, Faith." Buffy sighed. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, do you?"
Faith looked affronted. "Hello! This is Faith you're talking to, Buffy." When Buffy remained glaring, Faith grinned sheepishly and shrugged her shoulders. "I know we haven't been the best of buds or nothing, but we can deal with some medieval time looking place, right? What could there possibly be here that we cant handle?"
Pippin looked up from his place near his blankets. "Like cave trolls, old Willow Trees…"
"…barrow downs, sheep." Merry added with a shudder.
"And nazgul." Sam whispered, afraid of breaking the silence set upon the Buffyship.
Frodo gazed pleadingly with Sam, and he didn't press the matter of the Nazgul any further.
"Ok, so I'm use to beating up vamps and shit, but so what." Faith said, taking a bite out of her breaded cheese. "I'm still a woman and I kick ass, right B?"
"Mm- hmm." Buffy murmured, only half listening. She was watching Legolas stride around without reason, holding a shining light in his hand as he gazed upon their bed sit. Feeling the girl's scrutiny, he turned around. He wasn't smiling, nor was he stolid, and in his eyes Buffy saw a bleak sadness, large and dark. She couldn't quite place that look, but it stirred a feeling within her that made her shudder and pull her legs up to her chest.
Legolas noticed the change in her eyes, darkening to a deep color that told him of a strange passion that she had been yearning since Moria, but he never could have acted upon it. The lament for Gandalf distracted Legolas momentarily, and Buffy suddenly felt anxious. He left the collapsible shelter, leaving behind a overwrought Buffy.
"Lass, are you all right?" Gimli asked, uncertain of the girl's strange behavior.
"No, no thanks." She answered courteously, getting up and following Legolas.
"Don't leave me here!" She heard Faith hissed as she walked away swiftly, and into the silver woods.
It must have been past midnight when she followed the soft feet of Legolas some ways ahead, a blonde shape merging in with the silver and crystal trees, leaves cascading down against Buffy as she wandered further and further in the wood. All she had to do was keep following the blonde head up in front of her, and she was safe. But somehow a tree root snuck up in front of her and she tripped over it, tumbling forwards and hitting her head against the ground.
"Buffy! Buffy!"
She groaned and looked up. "Legolas? What are you doing here?"
The Elf frowned and knelt down to her. "Do you not hear the keen lament being sung for Gandalf?"
"Yes." Buffy nodded. "It's… beautiful."
"So are many things. Buffy," He held out a hand for her and lifted her to her feet, catching her as she stumbled on her laces. Blushing furiously in the arms of Legolas, she quickly ducked her head to hide the embarrassment creeping on her cheeks. Legolas noticed and smiled playfully. "Some things never change."
Her head shot up at that. "Excuse me? I don't blush! When do I blush?"
"All the time, my lady. You simply don't realize it, but you do."
"Oh? So you like watching me or something?" She snapped, crossing her arms.
Legolas' smile grew into a grin. "All the time," He reached out and gently cupped her cheek, bringing his fingers lower as she leaned into it, grazing his fingers with her lips. Not sure as to why she was doing this, she continued, and suddenly seized Legolas by the shoulders and brought her lips against his, hungrily snapping at his mouth.
Legolas returned the favor eagerly, feeling his body react as he led her hastily to a nearby tree, he pinned her none too gently against it. Tasting her lips in an unexpected rush of hurry, he felt around the flesh underneath her shirt, running smooth and calloused fingers against her breasts. Buffy buckled underneath him, unable to take anymore of this gentle touching, and wrapped her legs around his waist tautly. She was grounded against the tree by Legolas, and through their tattered, dirt clothed clothing they felt each other's need, vulnerability and hunger.
That was when a voice rung the air.
"Buffy?" Came a small voice, clearly frightened by the passionate scene before him. "I come here to summon you a bath and- and proper clothing. "I hope I am not interrupting anything!" He added with a sob.
Yes! Buffy and Legolas thought in unison.
They broke apart as quickly as they were joined, Buffy's face flushed and her hair tangled as it was before.
Legolas had a tinge of pink against his pale face, his hair popping up from his braids.
There was a moment when no one spoke. At last, Buffy stirred.
"Yeah, thanks Legolas. I'm sure that's a cavity!"
Not sure what she was speaking of, he went along with it. "I just wanted to make sure you weren't… in pain? Yes! I wanted to make sure you were not in pain, so now I shall go and sing a lament for G-Gandalf."
Buffy watched him go with a mixture of longing, sadness, and stupidity.
Pippin grinned, despite feeling bad for himself after Gandalf died. "Well, well, well."
"Shut up, and don't you say anything either." Pippin's grin grew, and Buffy added in a threatening voice, "or I'll kill you."
The Hobbit's face fell and he nodded his head. "Right. Well, to your bath?"
She sighed and looked back at where Legolas left. "Yeah… but no peaking!"
Galadriel watched Buffy and the Hobbit leave with a grim satisfaction on her face. It was only a matter of time before the Slayer was able to realize her destiny; the one that she lived when her present was Sunnydale, and her past was Middle- earth.
Well, the revalations were sort of descriptive in this chapter. Don't worry, this is only part one. Part two will be longer, better, and full of more surprises than Faith joining the Buffyship!
As I was saying. Chapter seventeen
"Can you believe how freaky this shit is?" Faith whispered to Buffy, giving her hand a tight squeeze. "Middle- earth is one kinky fucking place, B. I mean, blind folds? Why in the world do we need to be blindfolded?"
"Just shut up and hold my hand." Buffy snapped.
Faith sighed deeply. "Boromir? Are you there?"
Boromir awkwardly squeezed Faiths other hand. "Please be silent Lady. I am here."
"We are here." Announced Haldir, moving aside just as Faith tripped over a fallen log. "Do try to be careful, the Lady wishes to speak and to have avowed everyone by the end of the evening. She has many things to do."
"Like file her nails down." Buffy muttered, but sighed with relief when the Elves removed their blindfolds, leaving a throbbing mark across Buffy's forehead. It took a moment for her to realize where they were.
Lorien seemed to have a blue effulgence glow to it, tinted with the small amount of moonlight somewhere above them. Entranced with the beauty of both the Elves and the Woods, she, nor the others, noticed the new arrivals; Celeborn and Galadriel. Buffy turned her head around slowly and frowned when the other's uttered gasps of surprise. Quite honestly, she didn't really understand the concept of Galadriel's dark and mysterious beauty, because it most definitely did not meet Arwen's standards. Weren't they related or something?
If someone had a knife to Buffy's throat and the only way for her to survive was to tell the truth, Buffy would have told everyone how she felt about Galadriel. And her husband? Can you say, goofy?
Galadriel looked at Buffy sharply. "Some things," she began deeply, but her eyes were large and pointy. "should never meant to happen, but yet they do. Tell me," Her voice softened. "why has Gandalf left?"
Buffy literally felt the Buffyship's hearts skip a few beats.
Faith looked around slowly, shaken underneath Galadriel's gaze, and said nothing about this Gandalf person.
For a what felt like hours, but were only mere minutes, Galadriel continued.
"He has fallen into darkness." It was an affirmation.
"In Moria, my lady." Aragorn whispered so lightly that Buffy strained to hear his words. "The demon of the underworld had bestowed him into the shadowy pit of hell. He has died."
Celeborn remained impassive by Galadriel's side, staring intently at Buffy and Faith.
"Then the path remains unreasoned for the ten walkers." She gave a look to Faith, who gave a deep shudder and moved closer to Buffy. "But there are some people who hold the Ring in the palm of their hands, assuring themselves that if the hands strays a little, the Ring shall remain safe. I cannot say how big of a lie that is."
No one said anything, and Galadriel smiled gently, showing a gentle side of the Lady.
"Go now and rest your weary souls, for your legs cannot stand on their own anymore."
Haste wisely, Slayer!
----
"It was really weird, I mean really weird." Faith said. "Weirder than ending up here. Can you say, medieval times?"
"This isn't medieval times, Faith." Buffy sighed. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, do you?"
Faith looked affronted. "Hello! This is Faith you're talking to, Buffy." When Buffy remained glaring, Faith grinned sheepishly and shrugged her shoulders. "I know we haven't been the best of buds or nothing, but we can deal with some medieval time looking place, right? What could there possibly be here that we cant handle?"
Pippin looked up from his place near his blankets. "Like cave trolls, old Willow Trees…"
"…barrow downs, sheep." Merry added with a shudder.
"And nazgul." Sam whispered, afraid of breaking the silence set upon the Buffyship.
Frodo gazed pleadingly with Sam, and he didn't press the matter of the Nazgul any further.
"Ok, so I'm use to beating up vamps and shit, but so what." Faith said, taking a bite out of her breaded cheese. "I'm still a woman and I kick ass, right B?"
"Mm- hmm." Buffy murmured, only half listening. She was watching Legolas stride around without reason, holding a shining light in his hand as he gazed upon their bed sit. Feeling the girl's scrutiny, he turned around. He wasn't smiling, nor was he stolid, and in his eyes Buffy saw a bleak sadness, large and dark. She couldn't quite place that look, but it stirred a feeling within her that made her shudder and pull her legs up to her chest.
Legolas noticed the change in her eyes, darkening to a deep color that told him of a strange passion that she had been yearning since Moria, but he never could have acted upon it. The lament for Gandalf distracted Legolas momentarily, and Buffy suddenly felt anxious. He left the collapsible shelter, leaving behind a overwrought Buffy.
"Lass, are you all right?" Gimli asked, uncertain of the girl's strange behavior.
"No, no thanks." She answered courteously, getting up and following Legolas.
"Don't leave me here!" She heard Faith hissed as she walked away swiftly, and into the silver woods.
It must have been past midnight when she followed the soft feet of Legolas some ways ahead, a blonde shape merging in with the silver and crystal trees, leaves cascading down against Buffy as she wandered further and further in the wood. All she had to do was keep following the blonde head up in front of her, and she was safe. But somehow a tree root snuck up in front of her and she tripped over it, tumbling forwards and hitting her head against the ground.
"Buffy! Buffy!"
She groaned and looked up. "Legolas? What are you doing here?"
The Elf frowned and knelt down to her. "Do you not hear the keen lament being sung for Gandalf?"
"Yes." Buffy nodded. "It's… beautiful."
"So are many things. Buffy," He held out a hand for her and lifted her to her feet, catching her as she stumbled on her laces. Blushing furiously in the arms of Legolas, she quickly ducked her head to hide the embarrassment creeping on her cheeks. Legolas noticed and smiled playfully. "Some things never change."
Her head shot up at that. "Excuse me? I don't blush! When do I blush?"
"All the time, my lady. You simply don't realize it, but you do."
"Oh? So you like watching me or something?" She snapped, crossing her arms.
Legolas' smile grew into a grin. "All the time," He reached out and gently cupped her cheek, bringing his fingers lower as she leaned into it, grazing his fingers with her lips. Not sure as to why she was doing this, she continued, and suddenly seized Legolas by the shoulders and brought her lips against his, hungrily snapping at his mouth.
Legolas returned the favor eagerly, feeling his body react as he led her hastily to a nearby tree, he pinned her none too gently against it. Tasting her lips in an unexpected rush of hurry, he felt around the flesh underneath her shirt, running smooth and calloused fingers against her breasts. Buffy buckled underneath him, unable to take anymore of this gentle touching, and wrapped her legs around his waist tautly. She was grounded against the tree by Legolas, and through their tattered, dirt clothed clothing they felt each other's need, vulnerability and hunger.
That was when a voice rung the air.
"Buffy?" Came a small voice, clearly frightened by the passionate scene before him. "I come here to summon you a bath and- and proper clothing. "I hope I am not interrupting anything!" He added with a sob.
Yes! Buffy and Legolas thought in unison.
They broke apart as quickly as they were joined, Buffy's face flushed and her hair tangled as it was before.
Legolas had a tinge of pink against his pale face, his hair popping up from his braids.
There was a moment when no one spoke. At last, Buffy stirred.
"Yeah, thanks Legolas. I'm sure that's a cavity!"
Not sure what she was speaking of, he went along with it. "I just wanted to make sure you weren't… in pain? Yes! I wanted to make sure you were not in pain, so now I shall go and sing a lament for G-Gandalf."
Buffy watched him go with a mixture of longing, sadness, and stupidity.
Pippin grinned, despite feeling bad for himself after Gandalf died. "Well, well, well."
"Shut up, and don't you say anything either." Pippin's grin grew, and Buffy added in a threatening voice, "or I'll kill you."
The Hobbit's face fell and he nodded his head. "Right. Well, to your bath?"
She sighed and looked back at where Legolas left. "Yeah… but no peaking!"
Galadriel watched Buffy and the Hobbit leave with a grim satisfaction on her face. It was only a matter of time before the Slayer was able to realize her destiny; the one that she lived when her present was Sunnydale, and her past was Middle- earth.
Well, the revalations were sort of descriptive in this chapter. Don't worry, this is only part one. Part two will be longer, better, and full of more surprises than Faith joining the Buffyship!