Well, what's there to say? I own nothing present here in this entire story, nor do I have claim at Buffy, Legolas, Aragorn, Hobbits or any other mythical creature seen in every little chapter that I have created. To be quite blunt with the summery of the story, Buffy gets thrown back into Middle- earth for a purpose unknown for now, and surprises are thrown here and there. Occasionally I'll throw something extra in each chapter for twists. This may be a Legolas and Buffy romance, but you'll have to wait and see.




CHAPTER ONE: Waking up




"How did she get here? Get her away!"




Morning light filtered through the room and like rain, laundered against her face as her eyes fluttered open. It had been a gruesome night, she knew from the pricks and throbs grinding in her legs and arms, but what it was that exactly had happened was beyond her assurance. A sore was growing on her arm as she stared down at it in surprise, a wave of dizziness sketching across her features as blood trickled out from it. She was wounded.

Fearing the loss of blood, like normal Slayers would feel, Buffy sat up and covered her mouth from vomiting. Her stomach lurched again, and without realizing it, she hurled over and disgorged whatever it was that she had last ate. Burger King?

'Perhaps someone should get you another bucket?'

Buffy used the back of her hand to wipe her mouth, and she laid back against the pillows in exhaustion.

'Maybe. Who are you?' She had no time for small talk. She needed to know where she was in order to get back to wherever she came from. Sunnydale? Gile's apartment? Burger King?

The woman smiled sweetly. 'I am Éowyn, daughter of Éomund and Théodwyn. My Uncle saved you, mi Lady, he was King in Rohan, but we are resided currently in Gondor. Lord Aragorn will be pleased to know that you have awoken.'

'Ook, so I guess this isn't California and nor am I anywhere near a Burger King.' Buffy ignored the look Éowyn gave her and heaved a sigh, another tundra of nausea lapping in her gut. 'I am lost. I'm guessing though, that I've somehow fell into a medieval portal and was sent here in Rohan. I'm from the planet Earth, ever heard of it?'

'This is Middle- earth,' Éowyn said clearly. 'have you a care to hear how you were exactly founded?'

Buffy narrowed her eyes. 'If this is a sex talk, I've already heard it. But go ahead.'

'You were found sprawled on the grounds of Edoras, mi Lady, near the borders. The Rohirrim had found you, along with my brother Eomer and three very strange travelers.' Éowyn took a moment to read Buffy's face, if there was any indication of remembrance. But unfortunately there wasn't, so she continued. 'You had said your name was Awhopper, but my brother had expected you to still be doused by the effected fall you had said you had. We feared for your life.'

Buffy paused, letting this all sink in slowly. So, she wasn't in trouble or kidnapped. Great, but that still leaves an unanswered question. Why was she found near this place anyway?

'My name isn't Awhopper, it's Buffy.' she sighed. 'And I'm in for some serious explanation when I return home. Oh no -'

'What is it?' Éowyn asked worriedly, but stopped short when Buffy hurled over and vomited again. 'You poor thing, you must feel contemptible here. Have no worries, we mean no harm. Are you up to changing so you may speak with my Uncle and his people?'

Buffy really felt like hurling the bucket at Éowyn, but controlled herself and sat back with a nod.

'Fine. But where are my normal clothes?' She asked.

Éowyn fidgeted where she stood. 'They, well— they are destroyed. They were burned for the safety of others, we knew not of what power they could hold. But Gandalf had assured us you mean no harm—'

'You what!' Buffy exclaimed. 'Those were top of the line Ralph Lauren clothes, and you destroyed them?! For your information, Xander got them for me for my birthday. Even though everyone forgot about it. Fine, give me whatever it is that you have.'

'A dress it is then.' Éowyn said, sweeping across the room and opening a bureau. 'If it isn't so bold of me to say, but you have an odd… shape… in hair.'

'You mean my color?' Buffy quipped. 'It's normally blonde, but I had black streaks put in.'

Éowyn frowned deeply and tipped her head. 'A fine brown will do then. Like my own.'

'What happened to your arm, anyway?' Buffy asked, noticing her left arm in a sling.

'I was hurt in battle, mi Lady.' she answered wearily. 'As were you.'

Buffy watched Éowyn reach into the dresser and pull out a good length brown dress, the neckline cut down to show pretty much a lot of cleavage, and the bottom was a nice shade of white lacing falling low to the bottom. Buffy gawked at it, and if it wasn't for the constant keeling in the bottom of her belly, she would of grinned. A burp issued out of her mouth instead, and she covered herself quickly and forced a smile.

'It's, uh…. Beautiful. Thanks,'

Éowyn smiled and handed over the dress. She waited awkwardly for a moment, before saying something.

'Do you know how to put it on, mi Lady?' Éowyn asked.

'Actually. No, I don't.' Buffy looked at her hopefully. 'Can you?'

The woman Éowyn nodded and helped Buffy out from her bed, startled when the Slayer had buckled, and led her to a vanity near the window. The room brightened as Buffy's eyes focused on the lighting and the chivalric allude furnishing that had struck her as surreal. It almost made her cross eyed. And not being use to getting dressed by someone else, Buffy was hesitant as to let Éowyn slip off her nightgown and toss it away, leaving a bared Buffy in the middle of a strange room. Bruises painted Buffy's legs and arm, the large gash on her arm beginning to itch as the blood dried up. A shudder passed through her as the dress was slipped on suddenly, pass her head and down her chest.

When Éowyn stepped back, she smiled.

'You look lovely… excluding your bruising and all.' She added distastefully.

'I can barely walk, but I'll manage.' Buffy shrugged her shoulders and licked the side of her mouth. 'I'm bleeding.' she acknowledged suddenly, a frown appearing on her face. 'Where did all these cuts come from?'

Éowyn sighed deeply. 'I have a feeling there will be a lot of explaining being done, B- Buffy.'

Buffy gazed off into the window, seeing a bunch of stone rocks layered on top of a large town that spread somewhere around the room. The cool summer's air passed through the open curtains, passing Buffy's face and out of the room.

An inane thought filled Buffy's mind as she tried to place what had last happened in Sunnydale. But everything was blank and she didn't remember or know what has happened. So she gave in with a sigh.



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'She came from no where.' Legolas said with a sigh. 'Yet she must have been sent here from somewhere.'

'But where could the lass possibly come from?' Gimli asked. 'This is poetic justice! Irony I tell you, irony.'

'The girl means no harm, how many times does a wizard have to repeat himself?' Gandalf asked. 'When she awakes we shall question here until all the inquiries have been answered. Understand?'

Gimli nodded but Legolas remained impassive, a dark look passing over his eyes as he recalled the passing by of the strange woman named Awhopper. She was strange and could not look much older than seventeen years of age, and the clothes on her back were foreign to the Elf's eyes. And yet, as he picked her up, she felt no heavier than a feather, soft to the touch and strong to the eyes. Something about her made a stirring in Legolas' heart, and he didn't like it.

'She seems dangerous.' he said softly. 'I had felt the way she shook when I held her, the power within her closed eyes. It is not right Gandalf, and I don't trust her.'

'You have come to trust many strangers over time, Legolas.' Gandalf said firmly. 'Why should a young woman change your view of whom to trust and whom not to?'

Legolas stood suddenly from his seat at side of the doors, his dark eyebrows curved in anger.

'Trust?' he spat angrily. 'I cannot trust anyone anymore, not after what has happened after battle. Celebrating? I thought it crude at Helms Gate, but in Gondor? What absurdity do I have to live with, when my heart is discontented with the people of Gondor, who I fought beside in battle? Absurdity! I trust no one.' he added distastefully, sitting back down.

'Legolas, calm yourself.' Aragorn demanded. 'Stranger things will happen, you must get on with it. We survived this, and you should be happy as did the Hobbits.'

Legolas lowered his eyes. 'The bastion is all cleared then? The women and children have returned to their homes?'

Aragorn smiled softly and nodded his head.

'Everyone is fine, as is Éowyn from what I have heard.' then his gaze shifted forwards and Legolas turned around swiftly. 'Lady, how do you feel?'

'Fine mi Lord, and thank you again for allowing me company with Sir Faramir.' a blush crept on her cheeks. 'But the Lady has awaken, and is ready to speak with you.'

Legolas shifted in his seat, and Aragorn paused.

'We were going to wait after the burial of Lord Théoden, but this is fine. Send her in.'

'As you wish.' Éowyn stated. 'Buffy?'

Buffy took a deep breath and passed through the doors, giving Éowyn a hard look before entering the antechamber in which held the houses of healing just a moment away from where everyone stood. She was definitely not expecting the sight in front of her, and neither was she expecting a tall dark man to approach her and bow his head. This was definitely some sort of medieval playwright encounter. Scruffy or not, he was still slightly attracted and when he bowed Buffy grinned awkwardly, not in the least fazed by the long scratch itching on the side of her cheek.

'Lady… Buffy, is it?' he said. 'I am Aragorn son of Arathorn, and behind me is Gandalf the White, Gimli son of Gloín, Prince Imrahil of Dol Amroth, and Prince Legolas Greenleaf of currently Eryn Lasgalen.'

Princes, huh? 'Nice to meet you, I'm Buffy Summers of Sunnydale in… uh— the United States? I guess I'm a little lost.'

Legolas snorted, and Buffy frowned. Did she say something?

When she entered the entrance hall, Legolas thought her as noxious looking as when he gathered her in his arms. A large bruise covered the side of her head, yellowing and reddened by the tight curved slash across her cheek. The brown dress she wore was elegant, even for a mortal woman to have on her, and her hair was set loosely around her face. He supposed she did look much less vulnerable than she had before, but even so, he did not like the feeling that was coming off of her. She seemed to hold the essence of evil.

Shooting Legolas a dark look, Aragorn turned back to the Lady Buffy.

'The great evil has ended, you can enjoy the beauty of Gondor while you remain here.'

'Great evil?' Buffy repeated dazedly. 'If you weren't informed, I can't remember much of anything.'

'Memory loss,' said Imrahil. 'Fascinating.'

'And I'm kind of confused. What great evils do you have here? Vampires?' She asked.

'Vampires?' Legolas asked incredulously. 'Who are you really, Buffy Summers of Sunnydale?'

Buffy smiled and crossed her arms over her chest. 'I'm the Vampire Slayer, and who are you?'





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