I am so sorry for not updating sooner but my brain was on the fritz and I
didn't know where to go from where I had stopped. Also I was having trouble
with one of my main characters who refused to cooperate with me but I think
I have the problem solved thanks to some help from a wonderful beta Asha
Dreamweaver and WhiteWolf3 thank you so much. I had seriously considered
abandoning this fic so thanks to you both. I would also like to thank those
who reviewed this fic also . THANK YOU!
As I've said before I own none of this as the copyright lies solely in the hands of Joss Wheadon and whoever is in charge of JRR Tolkien's affairs and I am forever in their debt for creating such wonderful characters for me to play around with. I own nothing but the plot.
Chapter 4: When fools and horses meet.
Traipsing through the dense undergrowth of the forest everyone thought longily of home or a hot mug of coffee whichever came first. Walking in silence with only Cordelia's frequent stumbles to break the silence, no-one wanted to be the first to voice the question that was on all of their minds, namely that they were hopelessly lost with not a chance in hell of finding anyone to help them in this remote wilderness. Then the unseen hand of fate intervened and broke the heel of Cordelia's sandal. Falling to the ground in an undignified heap, she sat there refusing to get up. "No, I'm staying right here. So unless you pick me up and carry me I'm not moving and nothing you can say or do is going to change my mind." "Come on Cordy I'm sure it can't be much further now" urged Wesley. "What can't be much further Wes. Where exactly are we going? And how do we know that whoever we find there won't kill us or did you not see what happened to those black rider guys?" questioned Cordelia from where she sat glaring up at Wesley. "Everyone here knows that we're all hopelessly lost, whose bright idea was this anyway?"
While Cordelia and Wesley continued to argue they failed to notice that they were quietly being surrounded by some extremely hostile forces, namely a group of paranoid elves under the leadership of one of Middle-Earth's most suspicious and deadly, Glorfindel who was already in a bad mood over having his horse stolen and being sent out to scout the borders to investigate Arewen's report of the reappearance of the Nazgûl. He really did not want to deal with what appeared to be a group of extremely loud and lost travelers who were dressed strangely. Oh, how he wished he could shoot first and ask questions later, but they could be here for Elrond's council and it would be really embarrassing for him if he assaulted delegates from some foreign kingdom especially now that the Sauron might be about to make a move. So instead of charging into the group swords blazing he went for the more subtle approach, surrounding them and cutting off all possible escape routes. Stepping out of the cover of the trees he waited for the group in front of him to notice him. Unfortuently they were all to busy watching the escalating fight between Wes and Cordelia who pulling every embarrassing bit of info they had on each other out of the closet and hurling it at each other. The Fang gang found that they couldn't look away, it was fascinating in the way that a car crash is no matter how much you want to look away you find you just have to keep looking.
So it wasn't until a very hot under the collar elf actually coughed quiet loudly did they notice that there was someone else besides themselves in the vicinity. "Oh dear" was all that Wesley Whydem-Pryce holder of many doctorates and fluent in many languages, including many demon ones was able to say at the sudden appearance of a tall thin and clearly pissed off person in their presence. However as soon as his brain restarted he felt the urgent need to say 'I told you so' to one annoying former queen. He was not the only one startled by the sudden appearance of this 'person'. In fact one member of their little group was quiet happy at the sudden appearance of this guy for not only had he shut Wes up before he got to the really embarrassing stuff he was even cuter than the gruselog if that was possible. Needless to say who had these and other thoughts running amok in their head. Cordelia was in fact in serious danger of drooling as she took in the fine specimen of manhood before her. The others while not having quiet the same extreme reaction of Cordelia were having thoughts along similar lines, that is until Gunn nudged Wesley in the side and motioned for him to go and talk to the guy. Approaching the man in front of him tentatively Wesley began speaking in Latin, and seeing the confusion in the man's eye's quickly switched to Ancient Egyptian. After ten minutes where he tried one language after another he finally gave up and turning to the others he shrugged his shoulders and said "That's it, I don't know what else to try, if Angel were here we might be able to discover some common tongue" Wes was about to go on and suggest further ways to communicate when he was interrupted by a light melodious voice "So you do speak the common tongue, good. Now who are you, where are you from and when are you leaving?" asked Glorfindel. Wesley went bright red as he realized he had forgotten to ask the guy anything in English idiot that he was. Guun came over and slapped him on the back and congratulated him on his genius "Well done Wes we don't even know who this and you've already shown him what a nerd you are." And turning to the elf before him said "And to answer your earlier questions, I'm Charles Gunn, But you can call me Gunn, the man beside me is Wesley Whydem-Pryce but you can just call him Wes. The girl on the ground is Cordelia Chase and right beside her is Fred and sorry I can't remember her second name and the guy with the green scaly skin is Lorne. As to where we're from and when are we going well that's where it gets into the realm of the hard to explain."
"Fine you can come with me back to Rivendell where you will be questioned further" stated Glorfindel coldly. "And what if we do not feel like going to this Rivendell with you?" asked Wesley having finally regained his voice for the second time that day. "Oh I somehow think you'll be more that happy to oblige me" as the rest of the scouting party stepped from the confines of the trees bows raised and ready to attack. Cordelia was estactic at the appearance of more cute guys to drool over the others however were a little more occupied with worrying over the extremely sharp arrows being pointed at them by the grim men in front of them. Unconcerned with the glares he was now attracting from the majority of the group before him he turned to his second-in-command Noelopan and quickly issued instructions in elvish for the splitting up of the scouting party into those who would go on and those who would stay behind to accompany their 'guests' back to Rivendell. This done he turned his attention once again to the motley crew before him and said "Well lets get going if we want to be there by dark." And so very much against their will they were all hustled uncermionsly off to Rivendell and in their general discomfort at being made to go on as thus they didn't even notice the significant reduction in the numbers of the elves guarding them. As even if they had it wouldn't have made a difference as they were some of the best warriors that Rivendell had battle hardened they had spent much of their lives aiding the rangers of the north in their battle against the now ever present shadow of the East and the men of the South. They weren't a group to be taken lightly even in small numbers as the Fang gang would find out to their detriment if they were foolish enough to take them on. And that is how the first of our misplaced group of individuals found their way to the elven city of Rivendell and one small step closer to finding a way home.
Please review, and I'll try not to leave so long between updates in the future. So go and press the little blue button. THANK YOU!
As I've said before I own none of this as the copyright lies solely in the hands of Joss Wheadon and whoever is in charge of JRR Tolkien's affairs and I am forever in their debt for creating such wonderful characters for me to play around with. I own nothing but the plot.
Chapter 4: When fools and horses meet.
Traipsing through the dense undergrowth of the forest everyone thought longily of home or a hot mug of coffee whichever came first. Walking in silence with only Cordelia's frequent stumbles to break the silence, no-one wanted to be the first to voice the question that was on all of their minds, namely that they were hopelessly lost with not a chance in hell of finding anyone to help them in this remote wilderness. Then the unseen hand of fate intervened and broke the heel of Cordelia's sandal. Falling to the ground in an undignified heap, she sat there refusing to get up. "No, I'm staying right here. So unless you pick me up and carry me I'm not moving and nothing you can say or do is going to change my mind." "Come on Cordy I'm sure it can't be much further now" urged Wesley. "What can't be much further Wes. Where exactly are we going? And how do we know that whoever we find there won't kill us or did you not see what happened to those black rider guys?" questioned Cordelia from where she sat glaring up at Wesley. "Everyone here knows that we're all hopelessly lost, whose bright idea was this anyway?"
While Cordelia and Wesley continued to argue they failed to notice that they were quietly being surrounded by some extremely hostile forces, namely a group of paranoid elves under the leadership of one of Middle-Earth's most suspicious and deadly, Glorfindel who was already in a bad mood over having his horse stolen and being sent out to scout the borders to investigate Arewen's report of the reappearance of the Nazgûl. He really did not want to deal with what appeared to be a group of extremely loud and lost travelers who were dressed strangely. Oh, how he wished he could shoot first and ask questions later, but they could be here for Elrond's council and it would be really embarrassing for him if he assaulted delegates from some foreign kingdom especially now that the Sauron might be about to make a move. So instead of charging into the group swords blazing he went for the more subtle approach, surrounding them and cutting off all possible escape routes. Stepping out of the cover of the trees he waited for the group in front of him to notice him. Unfortuently they were all to busy watching the escalating fight between Wes and Cordelia who pulling every embarrassing bit of info they had on each other out of the closet and hurling it at each other. The Fang gang found that they couldn't look away, it was fascinating in the way that a car crash is no matter how much you want to look away you find you just have to keep looking.
So it wasn't until a very hot under the collar elf actually coughed quiet loudly did they notice that there was someone else besides themselves in the vicinity. "Oh dear" was all that Wesley Whydem-Pryce holder of many doctorates and fluent in many languages, including many demon ones was able to say at the sudden appearance of a tall thin and clearly pissed off person in their presence. However as soon as his brain restarted he felt the urgent need to say 'I told you so' to one annoying former queen. He was not the only one startled by the sudden appearance of this 'person'. In fact one member of their little group was quiet happy at the sudden appearance of this guy for not only had he shut Wes up before he got to the really embarrassing stuff he was even cuter than the gruselog if that was possible. Needless to say who had these and other thoughts running amok in their head. Cordelia was in fact in serious danger of drooling as she took in the fine specimen of manhood before her. The others while not having quiet the same extreme reaction of Cordelia were having thoughts along similar lines, that is until Gunn nudged Wesley in the side and motioned for him to go and talk to the guy. Approaching the man in front of him tentatively Wesley began speaking in Latin, and seeing the confusion in the man's eye's quickly switched to Ancient Egyptian. After ten minutes where he tried one language after another he finally gave up and turning to the others he shrugged his shoulders and said "That's it, I don't know what else to try, if Angel were here we might be able to discover some common tongue" Wes was about to go on and suggest further ways to communicate when he was interrupted by a light melodious voice "So you do speak the common tongue, good. Now who are you, where are you from and when are you leaving?" asked Glorfindel. Wesley went bright red as he realized he had forgotten to ask the guy anything in English idiot that he was. Guun came over and slapped him on the back and congratulated him on his genius "Well done Wes we don't even know who this and you've already shown him what a nerd you are." And turning to the elf before him said "And to answer your earlier questions, I'm Charles Gunn, But you can call me Gunn, the man beside me is Wesley Whydem-Pryce but you can just call him Wes. The girl on the ground is Cordelia Chase and right beside her is Fred and sorry I can't remember her second name and the guy with the green scaly skin is Lorne. As to where we're from and when are we going well that's where it gets into the realm of the hard to explain."
"Fine you can come with me back to Rivendell where you will be questioned further" stated Glorfindel coldly. "And what if we do not feel like going to this Rivendell with you?" asked Wesley having finally regained his voice for the second time that day. "Oh I somehow think you'll be more that happy to oblige me" as the rest of the scouting party stepped from the confines of the trees bows raised and ready to attack. Cordelia was estactic at the appearance of more cute guys to drool over the others however were a little more occupied with worrying over the extremely sharp arrows being pointed at them by the grim men in front of them. Unconcerned with the glares he was now attracting from the majority of the group before him he turned to his second-in-command Noelopan and quickly issued instructions in elvish for the splitting up of the scouting party into those who would go on and those who would stay behind to accompany their 'guests' back to Rivendell. This done he turned his attention once again to the motley crew before him and said "Well lets get going if we want to be there by dark." And so very much against their will they were all hustled uncermionsly off to Rivendell and in their general discomfort at being made to go on as thus they didn't even notice the significant reduction in the numbers of the elves guarding them. As even if they had it wouldn't have made a difference as they were some of the best warriors that Rivendell had battle hardened they had spent much of their lives aiding the rangers of the north in their battle against the now ever present shadow of the East and the men of the South. They weren't a group to be taken lightly even in small numbers as the Fang gang would find out to their detriment if they were foolish enough to take them on. And that is how the first of our misplaced group of individuals found their way to the elven city of Rivendell and one small step closer to finding a way home.
Please review, and I'll try not to leave so long between updates in the future. So go and press the little blue button. THANK YOU!