CHAPTER FOUR: Wedding dubiety's.



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Acacia Jones and Carapheonix: Eomer doesn't get too much credit does he? It's always about Legolas for some reason, and it is very well blatantly obvious that Karl Urban is just as attractive as Orlando Bloom! But that picture of David in Acacia's directory is very good to look at, so my ranting probably goes to show you that… wait…. it doesn't actually show anything but let's just say there are plenty of other guys out there that Buffy could be interested in. Sheesh.




"Watch the hands lassie."

"If you knew how to stand up straight this would not be a problem!"

"Stop tugging it like that, I'm going to fall on top of you."

"Yes, we don't want you becoming graceless now do we?"

Buffy fumed on top of the stool.

"Éowyn!" Buffy complained.

Éowyn stopped half way between the door frame, a sheepish grin plastering her face at being caught.

"Mi Lady," she said softly. "you are a high guest at Aragorn's wedding, so you must be dressed properly. Not in that brown potato sack dress!"

"You're the one who picked it out," Buffy countered, giving the maid a dark look. "watch where your sticking that needle, I may need my bum sometime in the future."

"Perhaps it'll minify its size from dancing tonight, if I ever get this dress to fit you properly." the maid struggled at the hem of the blue dress and smiled in satisfaction as the string came loose. "There. You've held long enough for me to finish, so now you can go and… do whatever it is that you do in your spare time."

"Trying not to kill people like you." Buffy said, admiring herself in a mirror. "At least it looks nice on me, I've never really been able to play dress up as a child. With all the public execution I did and everything."

"It must have been troublesome," Éowyn said sadly.

"No I actually like stopping evil from doing what it's born to do." Buffy answered with a shrug.

"And what is that, Buffy?" Éowyn asked.

"Trying to kill me."



Afterwards




"Aragorn?" Buffy called. "Um… I would call you by your other names but I kind of forgot them all. Aragorn? Aragorn!"

"What is with all the yelling?" Aragorn shouted, swinging open his door and recoiling his anger when seeing who it was that was banging on his door. "Oh, my Lady forgive me."

Buffy narrowed her eyes. "Why aren't you dressed? You do remember that it's your wedding day, right?"

"Of course I do!" Aragorn said incredulously. "I just- I have been thinking and I've just forgot to dress myself."

"Can I ask why?" Buffy asked.

Aragorn emitted a sigh. "I do not think this is any of your concern, my lady…"

"Oh please!" Buffy exclaimed. "You're having wedding doubts aren't you?"

"Doubts? Oh my lady, I can assure you that there are no doubts whatsoever, just a bit of thinking." at Buffy's knowing smile his face reddened in anger. "Thoughts do not necessarily mean doubts when you know whom it is that you love!"

"I never said you didn't love her," Buffy said with frown, and went to say more but the sound of thundering feet fathomed down the hall and the next moment a messenger boy appeared beside them.

"MY LORD!" the boy shouted breathlessly. "There are… there are things invading the Northern borders but some have entered the city but many were slain and many of the soldiers were ambushed my Lord!"

"Ambushed?" Aragorn repeated. "Take me to the councilman!"

"Lord Faramir has all ready begun making a search party my Lord!" the boy exclaimed.

"Then take me to-"

"Search party for what?" Buffy cut off.

"The missing of the peoples my Lady!" the boy answered gaspingly.

"Look," Buffy said sharply, not taking a moment break for Aragorn's sake. "take a deep breath and focus on your words. What people have gone missing today?"

"Elves!" the boy paused and looked up at Aragorn thoughtfully. "A lot of Elves actually."

Aragorn took a deep breath and knelt down to become face leveled with the messenger.

"Think very hard at who it is that was taken captive by these things, my boy." for assurance the King placed a hand firmly on his shoulder and gave it a tight squeeze.

The boy paused again and swallowed a lump in his throat, glancing at Buffy before returning his green gaze to Aragorn.

"The- the Queen has gone missing, my Lord." the boy muttered. "her and a flock of other Elves."

Aragorn's hand fell limp from the boy's shoulder and his face was momentarily frozen. Color rushed out from his body and he felt his toes and legs become frigid as he stood back up, his eyes unblinking as they stared at the boy in peculiarity.

"How did? She- where did she…" Aragorn trailed off as another round of shock stilled his face in silence.

Buffy hesitated but took this opportunity to take charge.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Grilli my Lady!" said the boy. "Is the King all right?" he added in surprise when Aragorn had covered his hand over his mouth and began muttering into it.

"Can you take both of us to wherever Faramir is? Can you do that?" Buffy asked.

"Yes. Sure, of course." Grilli answered quickly, taking a moment to look over Aragorn as he ran back down the hall.

"Come on Aragorn," Buffy ordered, taking hold of his hand and leading both of them after the boy.


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"What is she doing here?" Legolas asked impatiently.

"Don't talk to me like I'm not," Buffy snapped.

"That's just it, you aren't suppose to be." Legolas snapped back, ready to take defense.

"Listen Spike…" Buffy began but was cut off by a loud yell.

"CAN WE ALL JUST FOCUS FOR AWHILE PLEASE?" an Elf yelled. "My sister has been taken captive and there is no time for us all to be arguing. And yes, why is the Lady here?"

"I'm not going anywhere, I want to help." Buffy said defensively. "I can help and with the more people you have going the better chances we have at finding her."

"She is right," Aragorn whispered into his hand. "we have to get as many people as we can. We must find my wife."

"Ha see," Buffy said to a scowling Legolas.

"What do we do now?" Elrohir said to the head of the council. "Do we go?"

"There's no other option that I could think of right now, nor would I agree to." Aragorn replied firmly. "I am not going to have any part in celebrating if Arwen is not here. Whatever beast and whatever enemy stands in my way of finding my love, they will perish. And whoever has taken her will die."

Buffy smiled fondly as Aragorn passed by in his wedding attire. She guessed she better go and change before following them out in search of Arwen when a hand grabbed her shoulder lightly.

"Gandalf?" Buffy asked softly.

"That was a very nice offer from your part, Buffy." said the wizard. "You should feel very proud of yourself."

Buffy shrugged. "It's the least I can do since Aragorn openly invited me to stay in his house,"

"I am guessing that you don't remember anything." Gandalf said.

"Nothing." Buffy said, sighing. "I am guessing that you don't remember how to get me home yet."

"Nothing," Gandalf said. "I have a feeling, though, that you may be needed sometime soon."

Buffy snorted and watched the wizard walk away.

"You are going to end up being a burden on us," Legolas hissed closely to her ear.

Buffy shivered and turned around. "That's great, I guess you have no choice but to get use to seeing me around more often."

"The day that you leave will be a grateful day." Legolas said in an undertone.

"What's your deal?" Buffy hissed angrily. "What did I do to you, because I can't remember doing anything that would make you hate me so much."

"Just being who you are sickens me," Legolas answered with distaste. "and I know exactly what is going to happen if you come with the company. You'll be disruptive," he whispered.

"You should see me in Sunnydale." Buffy said determinedly.

"I'll be sure not to go anywhere near your town, my lady." Legolas said with a flicker in his eyes. "Who knows, there may be more of you wallowing around."

"That's why I'm the one and only." Buffy stated freshly, watching Legolas smirk and make to walk away. "There's no one out there like me. They'll never be anyone like me again."

But she was wrong. So very wrong.