Sorry for the delay, things sometimes distract you from other things and. . . right.


Acacia Jones: Trust me, if it wasn't for spell check I'd be in hell.

luisa: Unfortunately, you're going to have to wait and see if this is a Buffy and Legolas romance. Sorry, :D

ZombieGurl98: You will find out what these 'things' are, but here's a little twine for you: They aren't Orcs.

Belladonna4: LOL! I can only imagine why your friend Henry is trying to escape. What are you DOING to him?! But yes, you can slap Legolas because I'm on the verge of doing that myself.




CHAPTER FIVE: Arguments.




'How many times do I tell you that you cannot go everywhere that I go?' Buffy heard Eomer ask someone.

'Théoden had objected me to follow him to war and I have still went against him!' Éowyn shouted back. 'This is only a search warrant, so where is the problem with letting me go with you?'

'My sister is not going with me to hunt beasts,' Eomer said firmly. 'and that is final.'

'Knock knock.' Buffy said, opening Eomer's door swiftly. 'Am I interrupting something?'

'Why does Buffy get to go and I not!' Éowyn started again.

'Gandalf and Aragorn said it wise that Buffy goes with us,' Eomer answered flatly. 'though I object to it myself.'

'…yeah, I'm definitely interrupting something.' Buffy made for the door.

'Where do you think you're going?' Éowyn demanded, grabbing onto Buffy's arm and stilling her. 'I really do want an explanation as to why Aragorn and Gandalf the White would agree to let Buffy go search for the Queen and not I.'

'It's a slayer thing, I'm telling you!' Buffy said with exaggeration.

'Well what if I say that I am a slayer as well?' Éowyn asked determinedly, elevating her chin.

'Oooh so you've thrown your ex boyfriend into Hell's gate to save the world too?' Buffy asked sarcastically but chose to ignore the over dramatic pause Éowyn gave her. 'No I didn't think so, I didn't, and still don't think you could handle the Slaying business. But here's a friendly reminder: your brother's block headed male chauvinist.'

'I have battled at the Pelennor Fields.' Éowyn countered, a frown forming on her lips.

'Without us knowing, but this time I am making sure to check who it is that will accompany us in search for Arwen.' Eomer said, then cast his gaze at Buffy, who remained standing beside Éowyn and looking sheepish. 'I would feel safe knowing that you have remained here in Gondor while we patrol the land.'

'You can boss around your sister, but you can't boss around me. And anyway,' Buffy said. 'I'm not going to change my mind because you're a sexist.'

'I have great respect towards Ladies, Buffy.' Eomer said defensively. 'If you think otherwise then perhaps I should show you how much respect I do have towards women, especially women like you.'

'You are making me ill!' Éowyn cried. 'Fine, if I cannot go then neither can Buffy!'

'Éowyn!' Buffy gasped.

'I know, I was just seeing it that would work.' Éowyn muttered.


afterwards


'There's a one percent chance out of ninety- nine that I'll be back in time for cake,' Buffy said to Éowyn as she was fitted into a pair of female puttees and a guimpe shirt beneath a vested tunic. 'I feel like a Huckleberry Finn.'

'Your dress will be here when you return with the Queen, mi Lady.' Éowyn replied, standing back to run her eyes over redefined Buffy. 'You look the same as you did on the battle field, this brings back memories.'

'Too bad I can't remember any of it, huh?' Buffy said, smiling sadly. 'Well, can I go now?'

Grilli bounced on the heels of his boots in between the door frame, looking eagerly at the slayer.

'Yes, my Lady. Yes yes yes yes yes…'

'Okay, I'm going to have to cut you short since we don't have much time.' Buffy said quickly. 'But with the leave of Éowyn, I guess you can take me downstairs.'

'Hurry back with the Queen,' Éowyn said.

'When I kill my first demon, I'll be sure to name if after you.' Buffy replied with a small smile as she turned and followed Grilli down the hall way and towards the stables where she was told to be precisely at dawn. 'Any updates that I should be aware of?'

'None at all my Lady!' Grilli said loudly. 'Maybe you should ask the Lord of the Houses maybe, he is the one that is in charge with most of the chin wagging that goes on around these parts.'

'Chin wagging?'

'Small talk, small talk.' the boy said and led Buffy outside. 'care to take a ponder at what horse you'll be wanting to ride?'

Buffy nearly tripped over her own feet. 'Horses?' Buffy sputtered out.

'Afraid?' taunted a voice.

Buffy's head inclined in mock. 'Exactly what is it that I should be afraid of Legolas? You?' she snorted. 'I would rather kick the crap out of something more worthy of my skills.'

Buffy snorted again and made to pass him, but Legolas thought differently as he placed his arm in front of her chest and gripped onto a tree, blocking a possible way pass him. Buffy thumped into it suddenly and looked up in anger.

'Get out of my way,' she demanded.

'Why don't you make me?' he whispered, moving his face closer to hers. 'Since you talk about yourself so much.'

The side of Buffy's lips curved upwards slightly. 'How about I forcefully hold you down and shove a breath mint in your mouth? Will that satisfy you?'

Legolas' eyes flashed, remaining close to her face. His tongue gently slipped pass his lips, his dark furrowed below his forehead and his blue eyes making a suggestion of their own as he eyed her wearily.

Even if he was a complete jack ass and did smell an awful lot like jerky and dirt, Buffy still found herself mesmerized by his delicate features along his face and jawbone, the colour of his eyes, the blondness of his hair and the tinge of pink across his tongue as her eyes focused on it, moistening his thin lips as it slowly slipped back in his mouth.

'I see you're interested at least,' the Elf whispered after a moment, lowering his arm and walking away.

'What was that all about?' Grilli asked worriedly.

'Nothing,' Buffy snapped, not really angry at the boy but angry with herself. She was interested, and that was what was getting her so damn angry.

'Buffy!' Eomer called, bringing her back from her sentiments.

'Hey, I made it.' Buffy said, meeting him half way and looking into the stables. 'Do we, uh…. Need to take horses with us?'

'Of course, that is our fastest route.' Eomer answered. 'Why, is there a problem?'

Buffy shrugged sheepishly. 'I just - horses tend to, uh… in my world, horses usually resemble… an action of some sort and ever since my father took me with him to the stables… I um… had my first…'

Eomer smiled in understanding and affectionately touched her arm. 'It too means love making here, Buffy. There is nothing wrong with the way one feels with certain things.' when Buffy continued to frown in embarrassment, Eomer sighed and continued, more pressingly. 'Éowyn had gone through the same experience growing up with horses, it is only natural for a woman to have those feelings with such enticing animals… and that is not a comforting thought since I am telling you of my sister's first orgasmic experience.'

Buffy opened her mouth to respond to that, and only God knew what she would say, but Aragorn had passed by quickly and made for a horse.

'Mounts your steeds,' Elrohir, who Buffy had found to be Arwen's brother, shouted. 'we are not returning back until my sister is found, and if need be we will retreat for more people.'

Buffy was given a brown horse with black mane, swishing it back and forth with attempt to swap her.

'STOP IT!' Buffy cried, batting her arms and hitting something hard. She opened her eyes to see that it wasn't the horse she hit, but Elrohir. 'Sorry.' she muttered, snatching the reins and looking away.

'It is an honour meeting you,' Elrohir said. 'but I don't appreciate getting clobbered in the head by a woman, a slayer no less.'

'Just take it as a hello from me to you,' Buffy answered, ungracefully mounting her steed.

Elrohir held onto the bottom of her boot and lifted her up, a grave smile playing across his lips.

'I hope you know what you are getting yourself into,' he said.

'There isn't much I can do now, is there?' Buffy said. 'And it isn't anything I haven't seen before.'

'Too bad you can't remember anything, you were amazing in war.' Eomer said, trotting his white horse closer to her own.

'The messengers have returned with news on the patrol,' shouted a boy, reaching into his vest pocket and handing over a folded envelope to Aragorn. 'My Lord, the area is safe for inspection and you may leave at you command.'

'Then it is final,' Aragorn said gravely. 'Let us find Arwen.'


* * *


As soon as Buffy's edgy feeling towards sitting on a horse ceased, or died down a little, she was able to get use to the fact that the side saddle was used only for women who couldn't ride fast and hard. As annoyed as she was with the way she was being treated by the others, she had successfully cornered Eomer in giving her a normal saddle one their first camp night, and this time she was more relaxed on the horse and the way she would rode against it.

Eomer caught her gaze several times with a knowing look, a smile on his lips, and she looked away in embarrassment.

On the second night, the sky was dark and the air had accumulated with a chilling wind and Aragorn had cast his gaze elsewhere and looked behind him. There was no way he could let them continue with the weather changing so rapidly.

'We will camp here tonight,' he said, dismounting and leading his horse below a tree. 'and with a good five men, we will search this area and bring back whatever sign of people walking eve of this.'

'I'll help.' Buffy announced, sliding down her saddle. 'The cold doesn't bother me, I'm use to warm weather so the cold won't exactly have an affect on me.'

'I assist that you stay here and rest your legs.' Elrohir said.

'I haven't even been walking!' Buffy cried indignantly.

Elrohir, including Eomer and Imrahil, gazed down at her in a pointed manner.

Inwardly growling at her frustration, she whirled around and led her not- to- be- named- horse to a secluded spot near some bushes and a hillock that rose all the way into the shadows.

Once he was tied to a leafy branch a hand on her should startled her and with instinct she turned around and latched onto his neck, bringing him over her shoulder by a flip and pinning his back against the cold forest floor.

Breathing heavily, Buffy stared down at Legolas with wide eyes.

She paused.

'What. . . what are you doing!' he cried.

'Well, the young girl definitely has spunk.' Gimli, the Dwarf, announced through a grin.

'And if she doesn't mind, I would like her to get off of me.' Legolas hissed and Buffy reluctantly let go, and Legolas stood at once. 'What brought you to do that! I was not going to. . . to attack you!'

Buffy rolled her eyes. 'Maybe if you were a little less touchy, I wouldn't have to hurt you.'

'You didn't hurt me.' Legolas retorted.

'Seemed like it to me.' Buffy said with a shrug. 'What do you think Gimli? Did I hurt him or what?'

'That face on the Elf was sure priceless, but I suppose even an Elf can get tickled once in awhile eh?'

Legolas glared down at the Dwarf and opened his mouth to retort another comment, or excuse, when a horse sounded in the air. Buffy started at it at once and sent Legolas and Gimli a hard look before following them towards the heart of camp, where everyone was bustling around with their weapons and heading towards the horn.

'What's going on?' Gimli huffed, having a hard time keeping up with the faster runners.

'Aragorn has blown the retreat horn.' said a guard. 'We're-'

'-UNDER ATTACK!'

'See.' the guard finished gravely.

Buffy's eyes darted forwards and she gasped lightly as dark figures clouded the already darkened sky, long dusky wings emerging to cast a chilling wind upon the halted people.

Buffy panicked when everyone unsheathed their weapons.

'I don't have one!' she hissed to Legolas.

Legolas did a double take at Buffy and his hand gripped tightly against the hilt of his sword. 'What are you still doing here?' he snarled, shoving her back some. 'Get away you will get yourself killed!'

'I do not know what planet you fell from, but I'm helping.' she glanced up at the dark shadows. 'now give me something so I can kill them.'

'You are imposs-'

'Orcs.' Gimli hissed, his axe already drawn.

'Here, take this.' Legolas ordered.

Buffy looked down at the weapon handed to her. 'This is a knife!' she exclaimed, but Legolas was never given the chance to explain himself when the Orcs came, piling into the crowd and attacking in swift numbers. Buffy immediately took charge, taking a moment to look over these fresh demons and took her risen knife and attacked her first assailant.

Buffy was surprised by the large quantity of blood issuing out of these. . . Orcs.

It was almost like they were mainly made up by dark, liquidity red and black body fluids. But the more blood splattered against Buffy's clothes and face, the more stimulated her Slayer killing instincts get. And she was on her eleventh Orc when the horn was blown again. Buffy took her eyes off from an Orc momentarily, but it was long enough for the Orc to get a free shot and slam the hilt of his steel blade into her gut.

Buffy doubled over and fell back, the Orc already on top of her by the time she hit the ground.

His disgusting face peered over her, his teeth so long that they touched his chin. Or whatever that lump on his face was called. Grossed out by the smell emitting from his mouth, Buffy turned her head to the side and tried to reach for the little knife Legolas had gave her but a hard hand squeezed her small wrists and brought them above her head.

'The Slayer!' he said breathlessly. Many Southerners wanted to meet you and I've the chance to do so! Ha, very well met I say so myself. But. . . I wonder. . .' his light, green eyes flashed. 'What does the Dark Lord seek in the Slayer that has no idea where or whom she is?'

'I know who I am, thanks.' Buffy said determinedly, ready to toss the Orc off when he opened his mouth again.

A loud clank of metal interrupted him, but he spoke it again.

'. . . and he seeks you.'

'Whoa, wait.' Buffy said with a sigh. 'Seeks me? Who, may I ask, seeks me?'

'The Sire. . . the Dark Lord of Rhûn.' whispered the Orc. 'And now that I have you, I can bring you to him and get my reward. Mmm, man flesh.'

'Okay, time to get off.' Buffy lifted her free leg and wrapped it around the Orc, kicking him off of her and sending him tumbling amiss the crowd. Buffy stood at once and picked up the knife. 'The Sire- oof!'

Buffy went sprawled onto the floor again, and she growled impatiently and turned over before whatever it was that slammed into her could pin her down. Again.

And she gasped.

'Spike?' she whispered.

The slim figure grinned, his face shadowed. 'Missed me love? Good, 'cos I missed you too.'

Metal clanked in the background again, and a few grunts was followed.

'Thought I'd stop by for a while whilst why I came here, bloody wankers wouldn't let me leave the damned cellar. I got off the hook though didn't I? Heard you were in a tight squeeze so I came to. . . er, pick your wedge.'

Buffy frowned. 'You are not suppose to be here though. You can't help me. Why are you here?'

'Well you're right on one account bonny.' Spike said. 'I'm not suppose to be here, but I can help you. You gotta listen to me though, you gotta listen right. He's looking for you,'

'So I've been told.' Buffy said dryly.

'What are you going to do when he finds you?' Spike continued ignoring her last comment.

'I don't even know who HE is, but when he finds me good for him.' She tossed the illusion off her and stood. 'Maybe he can get a cookie.'

And the horn sounded for a second time and the Orcs retreated back into the darkened trees and out of sight. Arwen was still not found, but Buffy was still left confused.