Cousin Mary: You're right, all slayers are girls, but that is only in Buffy's world. We're dealing with Middle- earth now, and I'm going with the history that all men were the greatest warriors and blah blah blah. But I can't go into too much detail because I don't want to ruin anything. Just keep reviewing your opinion, thanks.

Bavite: Oh Legolas gets far worse than that, trust me.

Acacia Jones: You should be satisfied with this chapter. Well, maybe semi satisfied, but wait until I get to the real romance. Will it be between Legolas and Buffy? Neh, gotta keep and eye out for that!


Kudos to my reviewers, and uber thanks for taking the time and telling me what you think.



Here you are,





CHAPTER THREE: Dreams






Tears threatened to fall from her face as she grasped desperately onto her sister's arms, hoping that she would understand the reason why she was doing what she was going to do.

Dawn shook her head, her own tears blurring her sister's face as she silently pleaded with her.

"Don't do it Buffy! Please!"

"I have to Dawny, for you and Willow and. For everyone," blood drained from Buffy's face as she stared at the widening portal, glowing a bright purple beneath the darkened sky. "Let go Dawn. Let go now."

Dawn shook her head violently, finding the strength in her arms to wrap them around her sister and hold her tightly unwilling to let her go just yet.

"Buffy let me jump in please!" she cried. "S- Sunnydale needs you, not- not me. I- I can go! Really. Let me jump in!"

Buffy inhaled deeply, taking in the soft scent of Dawn's hair. "You gotta… you gotta let me go."

Dawn shook her head again. "Who will take care of me? Mom died, and now you are?"

Buffy frowned her eyebrows and thought on that for a moment. She supposed Willow would definitely take care of her, and Xander and Anya would marry soon so they could take her in as their own. And Giles… trustworthy Giles, he will take care of Dawn for her. A dark look suddenly passed over her eyes as the portal grew to its fullest, and Buffy knew it was time. Giving Dawn a tight squeeze, Buffy let go and stepped back, tears now falling from her eyes.

"I will always love you Dawn," Buffy said before running straight for the portal, leaping up and into the purple light as an electric feeling coursed through her body.

It wasn't pain, it wasn't hurting her at all. It was a different feeling… almost like someone was tickling her. But the feeling passed and pain issued through her body, enraging her mind and compiling in her veins. Her head swelled twice its size and she felt as though she could burst, and Buffy knew at that moment that she was dying. And she was dead, falling further into a dark gate and landing neatly in front of an army with horses and demons. She was in hell.


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Cold water was being pressed against her cheek as Buffy's eyes fluttered open. At first the light was blinding, but once she was use to it she calmed enough to know that she was no longer on her bed but the… ceiling?

Buffy ran her hand through her hair and sat up stiffly, a fresh wave of heat coursing through her body when coming in contact with a cut running down her arm.

"Why do I keep getting these cuts for?" she asked angrily, still not remembering what had happened.

"You were screaming in your sleep, my lady." murmured a voice, and Buffy looked up at three stiff figures.

"Um, Legolas." Buffy said slowly. "Who are these people?"

"Your aids, but they may go now." Legolas nodded to the door and the two women scurried off. Legolas waited until they were gone to kneel down beside her, a strong hand on her arm. "Who is this Dawn character and why is was he killing you?"

Buffy blinked, taken aback. "What are you talking about? My si- she wouldn't kill me."

"Gandalf had warned us of your dreaming," Legolas said sternly. "All of Gondor had heard your calling! Some dark evil is present, I can feel it. You must tell me of your dream!"

"Let go." Buffy snapped, pulling her arm from his tightening grip. "And I don't think it's your business to know what goes on in my head. I don't even know what goes on in my head sometimes! Now, if you excuse me I'll get back in bed and fix my bandage."

"Leave it," Legolas insisted. "the nurses had aided you, you must go back into bed."

"So I can have more dreams and get antagonized during the night again?" Buffy threw him a pointed look. "I'll pass."

The Elf frowned. "I was only doing as Gandalf wished me to do," he whispered.

"I've been here for three days and already I'm getting bombarded with paparazzi." Buffy said, emitting a sigh and unraveling the tightly bound bandage around her arm.

"You have been here nearly a month." Legolas corrected.

"Well my mind's been here three days," Buffy retorted. "What's your excuse?"

Legolas' eyes widened in momentary shock, and as it passed his fists clenched in anger and his nostrils flared.

"There is no reason for you to belittle me," he spat angrily. "you have some nerve, Slayer," he added distastefully, taking a step forwards and latching onto her arm, eyeing her with aversion. "every inch a mortal, how degrading." his eyes traveled up to her hair. "unusual style, so noxious, so… disoriented. Your skin texture… so topaz, so unusual." his eyes met hers and his blue gazed pierced them with defining flare. "some nerve indeed comparing a simple mortal woman to an Elf."

"If you don't let go of me, I'll kill you." Buffy whispered threateningly.

For a moment Legolas narrowed his eyes, waiting for the simple frail in her face. But when no flinch or blink occurred he was reluctant to let go and his eyes traveled to where the bruise formed on her arm. No pity was evident in his eyes and his lips curled in dislike triumph as he took a few steps towards the door.

"As you wish, Lady." and he was gone.

Buffy threw down the bandage and allowed the bent metal tray to fall to the ground. How she wished that was the Elf's neck in her hands.

"Racist ass," Buffy muttered, rubbing a hand across her cut and sighing deeply. He hurt her.

That morning had Buffy thinking of her dream. Actually, everything around her was a reminder of her dream and she was hesitant as to whether or not she should confront Gandalf with it. But how exactly did Gandalf know she was going to dream about stuff like that? Groaning, Buffy slapped a hand across her face.

He's a history freak like Giles!

Watching the wizard move from one side of the anteroom to the next, in means of preparing for a part of some sort. She really felt like having a party after the bronze had closed.

"Buffy." Éowyn greeted warmly. "I would like you to meet someone very dear to me. Faramir, this is Buffy."

Faramir reached out a slender hand and waited for Buffy to accept it. Shaking from her gawking reverie, she shook it awkwardly and when he pulled back a stupefied look was on his face.

"You have such a firm grip," Faramir stated in astonishment. "For a Lady at least."

Buffy smiled wickedly. "I guess you never shook hands with a slayer, have you?"

Buffy enjoyed having that effect on people of Middle- earth. Apparently they weren't as use to accepting the fact that a mere woman was a slayer as people in Sunnydale were, so it was rather amusing for Buffy to announce that every time she was introduced to somewhere new. And not surprisingly Faramir gasped.

"So the rumors are true!" he exclaimed. "Well met, Buffy."

"Indeed. Very well met," said a voice.

Buffy looked up in surprise to see Eomer, Éowyn's brother and heir to the throne of Rohan. Buffy still could not get over the fact that every male in Middle- earth was good looking and with royalty in their blood too. But Eomer, she was glad to realise, held no surprise when it came to the fact that Buffy was the one only slayer in Middle- earth.

"Hey Eomer, how are you?" she asked, swallowing the lump in her throat.

"I am fine now that you are in my company," reaching out to take her hand, Eomer kissed her knuckles tenderly. "you look very ravishing today, I am most satisfied that you have healed properly."

"Those treatments weren't neosporin, but they did help." Buffy answered with a shrug.

Éowyn noticed her friend's gaze and unlinked her arm from Faramir.

"Eomer, Buffy was just letting me know that she had no one to accompany to Lord Aragorn's wedding tomorrow evening."

"I was?" Buffy asked in surprise, then turned to Eomer. "Oh, I was."

Eomer's face lit up eagerly. "Then I guess I wouldn't be stealing you away if I asked you to accompany me as well?"

"You with no date?" Buffy said in fake exasperation. "Who would of known.'

Eomer smiled and took Buffy's hand again, kissing it and lingering there for a moment. "I will see to it that you receive a fine dress in accompanying me, my... Lady. Farewell,"

When he was gone and out of ear shot, Buffy turned to a beaming Éowyn.

"Your brother has hot written all over him!" she said breathlessly. "Thanks for doing that, I appreciate it. But who is Aragorn marrying and why wasn't I informed? I thought being apart of this little clan I get to know more stuff!"

"I thought you'd care not." Éowyn answered truthfully. "But it is the Lady Arwen from Rivendell."

"My brain's empty right now so fill it up with some stuff and let me know things," Buffy said with a grin. "and besides, right know I have a pretty alluring image of your brother's shirt off floating in my mind."

Éowyn's eyebrows rose. "I- I have never heard such grammar before... and seeing how it is directed towards my own brother, it's rather disturbing."

"Maybe you should direct it towards me, my love?" Faramir asked, wrapping his arm around her waist and running a finger around the belt of her dress. "Care to join me for alluring thoughts of our own?"

"You better, public affection is hated where I come from so I can just imagine what it's like here." Buffy said, shaking her head sadly as Éowyn and Faramir scurried off hand in hand.

Ready to get to her own thoughts, Buffy lifted her legs on the bench and started to lay down but was interrupted.

"Buffy."

Inwardly groaning at another invasion, Buffy turned to Aragorn with a deep frown.

"Listen if this is about finding me a way home, finding my memory so I can get home, or food then go ahead and tell me. If not then please just leave me alone because I have a headache and there isn't any aspirin here. Wait, I never asked anyone is there was aspirin here! Is there aspirin here?"

Aragorn opened his mouth but closed it quickly.

"Estel, there you are." said the voice of a long haired brunette, no doubtfully his fiancé. "The preparations have been made and we will be wedded tomorrow."

"Excellent." Aragorn purred, giving Arwen a kiss on her cheek. "My love, I would like you to meet Buffy Summers of Sunnydale. Buffy, this is Arwen Undomiel, my wife."

"Fiancé." Buffy corrected.

"Fiancé?" They asked curiously.

Buffy sighed and shook her head. "Never mind. Well, nice to meet you, but if you excuse me-"

"Buffy!" boomed a voice.

"WHAT!" Buffy cried out pitiably.

"Gandalf said there's a way home for you!" Merry announced in a hush tone.

Buffy's eyes widened. "Really!" she was already on her feet, ready to start packing her bags.

"No, not really. Had you going there though." Merry laughed, hurrying away before she could latch onto him and strangle the Hobbit.

Buffy growled and turned to Aragorn. "He keeps doing that, and somehow I keep believing him."