This chapter, and the next chapter will take place in Lothlorien. Even though I'm going with the physical movie features, I want the Buffyship to stay in Lothlorien for a month; like in the book. Review for now, and thanks to the ones that already have. Little from what you said, I know I'll continue with this.
Sorry for the delay!
Erro: Yes, English is my first language, seeing how I was born and raised in America. Thanks for making that obvious for me, but I already have a spell checker, I do have people that read my chapters (hence the reviews), and I am very well aware that some words that Buffy says isn't Middle- earthish. Do you even watch Buffy the vampire Slayer? If you do, then you'd notice that some of the words I use in these chapters are similar to the mispronunciations in the series. I can't just revolve my plot around Middle- earth's good grammar and pronunciations, because after all, Faith and Buffy are from the 21st century, which in my case (Living in America) not everything is placed perfectly. Thanks again however, for saying what you wanted, but I think I'll continue with the words I am usually using in the chapters.
Laura26: Don't worry, this will not end in anguish, and don't be surprised if there is some anguish thrown in between the chapters. This can't be based around happiness all the time, can it? ;)
Lauren: Can't believe you reviewed my story. Well, anyway. Yes, there may be a 'thing' happening between Boromir and Faith, so all you guys have to do is keep reading and keep reviewing! It helps my motivation, a lot.
As you wanted… chapter eighteen
Vulnerability: Part two
"Days, weeks and months without shaving! It's not right!" said Buffy with a roll of her eyes.
"You have nothin' to complain about! The hair on your legs are blonde, mine are black." Faith lifted her dressy gown to show her tanned legs, patched with stubby black hairs. "See! God, I'm going to hate this place, aren't I?"
"Nah…" Buffy answered dazedly. "… you'll get use to it."
Legolas returned her gaze with a small smile, sending shivers down Buffy's back, much to her irritation.
Faith noticed this and grinned. "Something happening between you and blondie over there that I should know about?"
"Yeah right!" said Buffy with a snort. "It's more like what he wants happening."
Legolas' head shot forwards suddenly and narrowed his eyes coldly in Buffy's direction. She slapped her hand over her mouth quickly.
"Oops, I forgot Elves have hearing powers!"
"He's an Elf?" Faith exclaimed, her mouth agape. "Ooh! Is Boromir an Elf?"
Buffy crinkled her nose at the man unpacking his bag. "Um, no. He's a man like us. I mean, human. Like Aragorn." Buffy made a noise in the back of her throat that sounded very much like an unattractive growl. It was Legolas' fault, because he wasn't taking his eyes off of her and it was incredibly distracting!
"Well, whatever you say B. I still think he's fucking gorgeous." Faith made sure she purred the last word when Boromir passed by.
"No matter where you go, you still manage to keep the American language at hand, huh?" teased Buffy.
"Ladies." Legolas announced formally.
Buffy narrowed her eyes but Faith smiled and bowed her head. "Elfling sir."
Legolas frowned thoughtfully, and Buffy rolled her eyes. "Butt kisser." she hissed.
"Oh look, Boromir needs help, I better go." Buffy watched Faith skid off towards Boromir.
Buffy sighed impatiently and turned on Legolas.
"Will you stop staring at me?" she shot angrily.
He looked admonished. "How can you act like nothing had happened- or what was beginning to happen!"
"Easy," Buffy snatched a handful of her silky Lothlorien dress and hurried away.
Legolas sighed and lowered his head. He was hoping to have a few words with Buffy without her giving him rebuke to whatever it was he had to say. And now that she was wearing a dress and looking all… formal, his intentions were growing and it pained him when she brushed him off like that.
A hand grasped his shoulder tightly.
"She is like most women, Legolas."
"Yes, I know. She cannot help it." replied Legolas impatiently.
"Arwen has gone through the same with me." The man continued hesitantly.
Legolas whirled around. "Yes, but you two are in love!" When faces began turning towards the direction of the man and Elf, Legolas lowered his voice. "Buffy and I are not lovers. I- it's- I am confused." He admitted wistfully.
Aragorn smiled gently. "Pippin had told me what occurred between you two earlier in the evening." Aragorn's smile grew into a wide grin when Legolas' face tensed. "But I swore to kill him if he said anything."
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She didn't really know what had gotten her that made her so frustrated, but she had a very good inkling that it revolved around the Elf. She would think that the kiss in Moria would be far more distracting than a little hungry fling. So why should it start now, after a big hunk of their fellowship died and they were in grave position? And why oh why did she have to get the hots for the Elf while he was singing a sad song in memory of the wizard?
Trying to fight back tears from the realization of her actions, and a good deal of Gandalf's death, Buffy stumbled across a small glade somewhere in the middle of the woods. A rush of water was heard somewhere down a crag near the boulder Buffy slumped onto, but the slayer ignored it and buried her face in her hands.
Too tired and upset to notice anything around her, she didn't bother to look up from the new arrival of leaves near her feet.
"Have I made you cry, little one?" Buffy's gaze ascended and she gasped in surprised.
"Jesus! I didn't see you there, sorry." Buffy tried frantically to wipe away the tears from her face. "What can I get you?"
"Nothing that you can help me with, unless of course, you were smaller and with a Ring." answered Galadriel, a small smile on her face. "I am only jesting with you, Buffy Summers. I just want you to know you are safe here, from evil."
Buffy blinked in surprise. "Do you think I am scared? No, I'm not scared… just… tired."
The Lady nodded in understanding. "I know of what you mean. Months on your feet is tiresome, even for a powerful creature as yourself."
"How did you- you know what? Never mind." Buffy sighed. She was way too tired to question her.
No one spoke for awhile and Buffy began to absently pick at a bunch of fallen leaves that had somehow been blown in the center of the clearing, scattering across Buffy's feet and onto her long, silvery dress. Buffy heaved another sigh.
"You don't have to stare at me, I know what you're thinking."
Galadriel's face turned sober. "Do you?"
Buffy nodded and gazed up at her. "You know why Sauron is after me and Frodo, and you are trying to read my mind for any signs of my weaknesses. Then you're going to tell me those weaknesses so that Sauron would have no way of getting to me, and I'll be on my way to merry land and fighting bad guys. Am I right, or am I right?"
"Sort of. You see Buffy, no matter how many times you dream these subconscious thoughts, your aspirations will always keep you standing. And no great evil can overpower that." Galadriel's face softened and she reached out a steady hand to grasp her cheek lightly, a serene smile on her face. "I know of what you dream. And I know of your dire needs. But, will you accept my guidance for a way to your family and friends?"
Buffy looked deep into the Elf's eyes, not in the least bit shaken by the pride held behind the blue depths of knowledge. Finally, Buffy swallowed a large lump in her throat and answered.
"I made my vow to the Buffy- fellowship," she corrected quietly. "and I will not be returning home until I am done with helping Frodo to destroy the Ring."
Galadriel nodded gravely and released the slayer. "Very well then. You are a committed woman, Buffy Summers. Very committed."
Buffy frowned and stood abruptly when Galadriel made to move. She said nothing as Galadriel turned her head back.
"Anything else I can help you with?"
Buffy nodded slowly.
"Can you stop talking in my head, please?"
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"I'm sorry." whispered Buffy, close to his ear.
Legolas turned his head around slowly, watching the woman sit across from him, her legs stretched out.
"Why? You are only acting the way you feel."
"Yeah, and I feel like a jackass." She muttered with a grin. "Seriously, what can I do to make it up to you? I'm clean, I'm healthy, and so what if I'm a bit cranky from no sleep. I'm still up to doing anything!"
Legolas grinned despite himself and leaned forwards, surprising Buffy when she felt the intense heat forming between them. Inches from her face, he looked down at her mouth.
"A kiss." He murmured, his breath hot.
"Wha- a kiss? No way. You already had one."
"I didn't ask for one." He leaned forwards again, but Buffy held up her hand.
She smirked. "I'm tired."
"You are not!" He cried incredulously.
Buffy stood with a shake of her head and purposely brushed passed his head, her hand grazing his neck.
Legolas groaned and watched her go to her pallet beside the strange Faith. "You have no idea what you left me with, Buffy Summers." He said gently, hoping nothing was noticeable as he lay back on his own pallet, one thing on his mind as he went into a sleepless night, eyes wide and heart still pounding against his chest.
next chapter has an intense rated R scene, so be prepared for some none- Buffy/Middle- earth moment heading your way. Review for now, and revelations are on their way! Galadriel has a lot more comments on Buffy than what you've saw already. Aw, don't you just love Buffy and Legolas together? I do! I do!
Sorry for the delay!
Erro: Yes, English is my first language, seeing how I was born and raised in America. Thanks for making that obvious for me, but I already have a spell checker, I do have people that read my chapters (hence the reviews), and I am very well aware that some words that Buffy says isn't Middle- earthish. Do you even watch Buffy the vampire Slayer? If you do, then you'd notice that some of the words I use in these chapters are similar to the mispronunciations in the series. I can't just revolve my plot around Middle- earth's good grammar and pronunciations, because after all, Faith and Buffy are from the 21st century, which in my case (Living in America) not everything is placed perfectly. Thanks again however, for saying what you wanted, but I think I'll continue with the words I am usually using in the chapters.
Laura26: Don't worry, this will not end in anguish, and don't be surprised if there is some anguish thrown in between the chapters. This can't be based around happiness all the time, can it? ;)
Lauren: Can't believe you reviewed my story. Well, anyway. Yes, there may be a 'thing' happening between Boromir and Faith, so all you guys have to do is keep reading and keep reviewing! It helps my motivation, a lot.
As you wanted… chapter eighteen
Vulnerability: Part two
"Days, weeks and months without shaving! It's not right!" said Buffy with a roll of her eyes.
"You have nothin' to complain about! The hair on your legs are blonde, mine are black." Faith lifted her dressy gown to show her tanned legs, patched with stubby black hairs. "See! God, I'm going to hate this place, aren't I?"
"Nah…" Buffy answered dazedly. "… you'll get use to it."
Legolas returned her gaze with a small smile, sending shivers down Buffy's back, much to her irritation.
Faith noticed this and grinned. "Something happening between you and blondie over there that I should know about?"
"Yeah right!" said Buffy with a snort. "It's more like what he wants happening."
Legolas' head shot forwards suddenly and narrowed his eyes coldly in Buffy's direction. She slapped her hand over her mouth quickly.
"Oops, I forgot Elves have hearing powers!"
"He's an Elf?" Faith exclaimed, her mouth agape. "Ooh! Is Boromir an Elf?"
Buffy crinkled her nose at the man unpacking his bag. "Um, no. He's a man like us. I mean, human. Like Aragorn." Buffy made a noise in the back of her throat that sounded very much like an unattractive growl. It was Legolas' fault, because he wasn't taking his eyes off of her and it was incredibly distracting!
"Well, whatever you say B. I still think he's fucking gorgeous." Faith made sure she purred the last word when Boromir passed by.
"No matter where you go, you still manage to keep the American language at hand, huh?" teased Buffy.
"Ladies." Legolas announced formally.
Buffy narrowed her eyes but Faith smiled and bowed her head. "Elfling sir."
Legolas frowned thoughtfully, and Buffy rolled her eyes. "Butt kisser." she hissed.
"Oh look, Boromir needs help, I better go." Buffy watched Faith skid off towards Boromir.
Buffy sighed impatiently and turned on Legolas.
"Will you stop staring at me?" she shot angrily.
He looked admonished. "How can you act like nothing had happened- or what was beginning to happen!"
"Easy," Buffy snatched a handful of her silky Lothlorien dress and hurried away.
Legolas sighed and lowered his head. He was hoping to have a few words with Buffy without her giving him rebuke to whatever it was he had to say. And now that she was wearing a dress and looking all… formal, his intentions were growing and it pained him when she brushed him off like that.
A hand grasped his shoulder tightly.
"She is like most women, Legolas."
"Yes, I know. She cannot help it." replied Legolas impatiently.
"Arwen has gone through the same with me." The man continued hesitantly.
Legolas whirled around. "Yes, but you two are in love!" When faces began turning towards the direction of the man and Elf, Legolas lowered his voice. "Buffy and I are not lovers. I- it's- I am confused." He admitted wistfully.
Aragorn smiled gently. "Pippin had told me what occurred between you two earlier in the evening." Aragorn's smile grew into a wide grin when Legolas' face tensed. "But I swore to kill him if he said anything."
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She didn't really know what had gotten her that made her so frustrated, but she had a very good inkling that it revolved around the Elf. She would think that the kiss in Moria would be far more distracting than a little hungry fling. So why should it start now, after a big hunk of their fellowship died and they were in grave position? And why oh why did she have to get the hots for the Elf while he was singing a sad song in memory of the wizard?
Trying to fight back tears from the realization of her actions, and a good deal of Gandalf's death, Buffy stumbled across a small glade somewhere in the middle of the woods. A rush of water was heard somewhere down a crag near the boulder Buffy slumped onto, but the slayer ignored it and buried her face in her hands.
Too tired and upset to notice anything around her, she didn't bother to look up from the new arrival of leaves near her feet.
"Have I made you cry, little one?" Buffy's gaze ascended and she gasped in surprised.
"Jesus! I didn't see you there, sorry." Buffy tried frantically to wipe away the tears from her face. "What can I get you?"
"Nothing that you can help me with, unless of course, you were smaller and with a Ring." answered Galadriel, a small smile on her face. "I am only jesting with you, Buffy Summers. I just want you to know you are safe here, from evil."
Buffy blinked in surprise. "Do you think I am scared? No, I'm not scared… just… tired."
The Lady nodded in understanding. "I know of what you mean. Months on your feet is tiresome, even for a powerful creature as yourself."
"How did you- you know what? Never mind." Buffy sighed. She was way too tired to question her.
No one spoke for awhile and Buffy began to absently pick at a bunch of fallen leaves that had somehow been blown in the center of the clearing, scattering across Buffy's feet and onto her long, silvery dress. Buffy heaved another sigh.
"You don't have to stare at me, I know what you're thinking."
Galadriel's face turned sober. "Do you?"
Buffy nodded and gazed up at her. "You know why Sauron is after me and Frodo, and you are trying to read my mind for any signs of my weaknesses. Then you're going to tell me those weaknesses so that Sauron would have no way of getting to me, and I'll be on my way to merry land and fighting bad guys. Am I right, or am I right?"
"Sort of. You see Buffy, no matter how many times you dream these subconscious thoughts, your aspirations will always keep you standing. And no great evil can overpower that." Galadriel's face softened and she reached out a steady hand to grasp her cheek lightly, a serene smile on her face. "I know of what you dream. And I know of your dire needs. But, will you accept my guidance for a way to your family and friends?"
Buffy looked deep into the Elf's eyes, not in the least bit shaken by the pride held behind the blue depths of knowledge. Finally, Buffy swallowed a large lump in her throat and answered.
"I made my vow to the Buffy- fellowship," she corrected quietly. "and I will not be returning home until I am done with helping Frodo to destroy the Ring."
Galadriel nodded gravely and released the slayer. "Very well then. You are a committed woman, Buffy Summers. Very committed."
Buffy frowned and stood abruptly when Galadriel made to move. She said nothing as Galadriel turned her head back.
"Anything else I can help you with?"
Buffy nodded slowly.
"Can you stop talking in my head, please?"
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"I'm sorry." whispered Buffy, close to his ear.
Legolas turned his head around slowly, watching the woman sit across from him, her legs stretched out.
"Why? You are only acting the way you feel."
"Yeah, and I feel like a jackass." She muttered with a grin. "Seriously, what can I do to make it up to you? I'm clean, I'm healthy, and so what if I'm a bit cranky from no sleep. I'm still up to doing anything!"
Legolas grinned despite himself and leaned forwards, surprising Buffy when she felt the intense heat forming between them. Inches from her face, he looked down at her mouth.
"A kiss." He murmured, his breath hot.
"Wha- a kiss? No way. You already had one."
"I didn't ask for one." He leaned forwards again, but Buffy held up her hand.
She smirked. "I'm tired."
"You are not!" He cried incredulously.
Buffy stood with a shake of her head and purposely brushed passed his head, her hand grazing his neck.
Legolas groaned and watched her go to her pallet beside the strange Faith. "You have no idea what you left me with, Buffy Summers." He said gently, hoping nothing was noticeable as he lay back on his own pallet, one thing on his mind as he went into a sleepless night, eyes wide and heart still pounding against his chest.
next chapter has an intense rated R scene, so be prepared for some none- Buffy/Middle- earth moment heading your way. Review for now, and revelations are on their way! Galadriel has a lot more comments on Buffy than what you've saw already. Aw, don't you just love Buffy and Legolas together? I do! I do!