CHAPTER TEN: REMEMBERING part one
Tall statues surrounded Buffy against four walls, a shadow among them making it difficult for her to make out what they were about. The air was thick and it was making Buffy feel very uncomfortable, and the aching in her knees was telling her that she had been standing in that same position for quite sometime. Suddenly angry by her loss of concentration, she took a step forwards and stumbled on her bare feet, falling face first into the marbled ground.
Sprawling out onto her stomach, Buffy's eyes opened and they revealed a forest floor and, of course, a forest. Tall dark trees replaced the unseen statues, even though Buffy knew their existence, and reached high into the bright blue sky.
As her eyes scanned for a memory of this place, an uneasy feeling settled in the depth of her stomach. Something was definitely different about this place, and it made Buffy queasy. But she settled with the facts, and knew she was having a nightmare. Sighing, Buffy stood and once her weary legs settled on the new ground, she braced herself.
'Hello?' she shouted clearly. 'Okay, second sign of loosing your sanity Buffy. Of course no one's going to answer you,'
But she was wrong. A loud whistle sounded and startled Buffy as she knelt down and clapped her hands over her ears. She sighed and kicked at the ground.
'Stupid, stupid dream!' Buffy hissed and then took a deep breath. 'Okay, just think. What was I doing before I fell asleep?'
'You were thinking of me.' someone said.
Buffy whirled around and bit down onto her lip, hard. 'Legolas? You're in my dream. . . Why are you in my dream?'
'You called to me.' he answered, taking a step forwards. 'You said you were in danger.'
'Danger?' Buffy asked. 'What kind of danger?'
'Something of a dark Lord and a large, black hole growing in your home.' Legolas replied. 'But you had also said someone was looking for you. . . someone who is very angry.'
'Don't worry about that guy, I'm handling it.' Buffy said, waving him off.
'How so?' Legolas whispered, taking another step closer.
Buffy swallowed a lump in her throat, 'Are you really here or are you a figment of my imagination?'
Legolas smiled seductively and gently placed the hair that had fallen in front of Buffy's face behind her ear, purposely letting his long fingers brush against the soft flesh of her neck. Unable to control himself, his tongue slowly caressed the side of his mouth and made Buffy shudder with excitement. Stupid blonde Elf!
'Oh, I am here.' Legolas said mater of factly. 'And I am as aroused as you are.'
'Who said I was aroused?' Buffy exclaimed and took a step back when his hand found her butt and decided to give it a tight squeeze. 'Okay mister, you're really asking for it.'
Legolas hid a grin and raised his eyebrows. 'I have been bad Buffy. . . very bad. Can you punish me?'
'No.' Buffy said, her voice cracking. 'No, I can't.'
Legolas tilted his head. 'And why not?'
'I'm not playing your stupid game again Legolas, you already had your share and you left me.' Buffy said angrily, going to walk pass him and find a way out of this dream. 'So if you excuse me-'
'No one will find out, you know.' Legolas continued hesitantly, almost pleading with her. 'Just like you wished. No one will find out and your secret will be safe. And, this is a dream.'
'A crossing,' Buffy corrected, her eyes narrowing.
I have her intrigued! Legolas thought victoriously, unable to hide a smile.
'Then what have you to say?' Legolas asked, and waited, patiently. When Buffy's face lightened and she began playing with her lower lip, Legolas let out a whiff of breath and moved closer to her. His hand found her waist and his other found the bound of her breast. His reaction grew at once and the burning in his pants caused him to moan in pleasure and impatient need. 'I left that night because I wanted no one to find us together. They would not understand my need,'
'Are you trying to seduce me?' Buffy asked boldly, her warm breath on his neck.
'I have already done that, my Lady.' Legolas whispered, closing the distance and greedily taking her mouth against his.
X-x-x-x-X
Buffy felt refreshed the next morning and stretched her arms. The morning light shone through her opened window and warm summer air brushed through and played through her hair. This was the day she was going North. Where Legolas was. Her body stirred with remembering her dream- no, not a dream. Definitely not a dream. Her crossing with Legolas had been so real, so. . . there, and the feelings remained with her as she clambered out of bed.
'The clothes you've arrived in have been set out for you, my Lady.'
Startled, Buffy turned around. 'A maid. I mean. . . hi, and thank you.'
The plump maid lowered her head and nodded. 'That will be all, thank you for your stay in Rohan. M- may your trip to y- your home be a. . . a s- safe. . .' The maid never finished her sentence as she bolted from the room.
Buffy rolled her eyes, 'They act like I have scabies or something.'
'I doubt you have skin lice, my Lady.' Eomer said, appearing from outside the door.
'You know what scabies is?' Buffy asked.
'Of course, Grima Wormtounge had it.'
'He sounds charming.' Buffy said sarcastically, grabbing her clothes from the vanity seat. 'So. . . when am I leaving?'
'When you are ready, of course.' Eomer answered uneasily. 'Your things have been set out onto the horse you have arrived on. I am sure it will be comforting to be back on a horse that you are so familiar with?'
Buffy rolled her eyes. 'Whatever you say humble Joe.'
Eomer smiled at Buffy and gently touched her shoulder, the fabric slinking down her arm and baring her skin.
A look passed over his eyes. 'I. . . I have kept this feeling deep within my heart for awhile Buffy. And now that you are leaving, it has overtaken me. Do you know what feeling I am talking about?'
'Hope?' Buffy asked.
'Hope.' Eomer agreed, and then said, 'And need.'
'Wait, hold on!' Buffy exclaimed, backing away from Eomer so they were far apart. 'What exactly happened while I was in Middle- earth? Did we. . . oh god, did we do it?'
'We did nothing.' Eomer said gravely, moving forwards. 'But now can change everything. . .'
'Eomer,' Buffy warned, her eyes shifting to his hands which were starting to move towards her. 'I have to be honest with you, and I am sorry if I am hurting your feelings but this cannot happen. I don't want to be involved with you. Do you understand at all? I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression in the past, but I can't really remember anything. And if anything was close to happening back then, then nothing is definitely happening now. Not with you,'
That stung. Eomer's chin rose and his eyes turned glassy and cold.
'But you allow others to touch you?' he said confidently, but his voice was sure to crack.
'Excuse me?' Buffy cried. 'Who exactly are you talking about? No one touched me.'
'Then explain this,' Eomer spat, tossing a folded parchment at her and leaving with a slam of the door.
Remembering, part one
A tall rider dismounted from his steed and looked upon the small figure of a girl in disgusted interest. Upon dismounting, his steed had ridden away from his master and took to the plains just below the hill which the houses were perched on.
Buffy shifted uneasily in front of Gandalf's arms, trying to move away from him and the new arrived rider.
'She tried getting out again?' he asked.
'And took one of the horses, she had a fair escape Aragorn.' Gandalf said, a smile on his tone.
'While you guys are at war, I'm cooped in a cellar that barely has light!' Buffy exclaimed, finally breaking free from Gandalf's not so comforting arms. Then her tone turned angrier, 'And what the hell is this, a party?'
Another rider approached, dismounting himself and another companion from the white horse.
'Party or not,' The tall blonde rider put in. 'a woman cannot engage in war.'
'Look, you herbal essences bottled freak.' Buffy snapped. 'If you ever said that to me in my world, you know how dead you would be? I am the slay- aaaay! GANDALF!!' Buffy flinched when the man slapped her arm.
'That is enough!' Gandalf interjected loudly. 'If I allow you to engage in war, will you keep your mouth sealed, Buffy?'
Buffy hesitated, and when Aragorn and the blonde man started to gawk, Buffy nodded and smiled in triumph. 'Fine. Do I get to kill things at least?'
Gandalf sighed but nodded, 'Yes. You can.'
'With weapons?' Buffy said excitedly.
'Yes.' Gandalf answered.
'Goodie.' Buffy said, grinning. 'Count me in and my lips are sealed.'
Tall statues surrounded Buffy against four walls, a shadow among them making it difficult for her to make out what they were about. The air was thick and it was making Buffy feel very uncomfortable, and the aching in her knees was telling her that she had been standing in that same position for quite sometime. Suddenly angry by her loss of concentration, she took a step forwards and stumbled on her bare feet, falling face first into the marbled ground.
Sprawling out onto her stomach, Buffy's eyes opened and they revealed a forest floor and, of course, a forest. Tall dark trees replaced the unseen statues, even though Buffy knew their existence, and reached high into the bright blue sky.
As her eyes scanned for a memory of this place, an uneasy feeling settled in the depth of her stomach. Something was definitely different about this place, and it made Buffy queasy. But she settled with the facts, and knew she was having a nightmare. Sighing, Buffy stood and once her weary legs settled on the new ground, she braced herself.
'Hello?' she shouted clearly. 'Okay, second sign of loosing your sanity Buffy. Of course no one's going to answer you,'
But she was wrong. A loud whistle sounded and startled Buffy as she knelt down and clapped her hands over her ears. She sighed and kicked at the ground.
'Stupid, stupid dream!' Buffy hissed and then took a deep breath. 'Okay, just think. What was I doing before I fell asleep?'
'You were thinking of me.' someone said.
Buffy whirled around and bit down onto her lip, hard. 'Legolas? You're in my dream. . . Why are you in my dream?'
'You called to me.' he answered, taking a step forwards. 'You said you were in danger.'
'Danger?' Buffy asked. 'What kind of danger?'
'Something of a dark Lord and a large, black hole growing in your home.' Legolas replied. 'But you had also said someone was looking for you. . . someone who is very angry.'
'Don't worry about that guy, I'm handling it.' Buffy said, waving him off.
'How so?' Legolas whispered, taking another step closer.
Buffy swallowed a lump in her throat, 'Are you really here or are you a figment of my imagination?'
Legolas smiled seductively and gently placed the hair that had fallen in front of Buffy's face behind her ear, purposely letting his long fingers brush against the soft flesh of her neck. Unable to control himself, his tongue slowly caressed the side of his mouth and made Buffy shudder with excitement. Stupid blonde Elf!
'Oh, I am here.' Legolas said mater of factly. 'And I am as aroused as you are.'
'Who said I was aroused?' Buffy exclaimed and took a step back when his hand found her butt and decided to give it a tight squeeze. 'Okay mister, you're really asking for it.'
Legolas hid a grin and raised his eyebrows. 'I have been bad Buffy. . . very bad. Can you punish me?'
'No.' Buffy said, her voice cracking. 'No, I can't.'
Legolas tilted his head. 'And why not?'
'I'm not playing your stupid game again Legolas, you already had your share and you left me.' Buffy said angrily, going to walk pass him and find a way out of this dream. 'So if you excuse me-'
'No one will find out, you know.' Legolas continued hesitantly, almost pleading with her. 'Just like you wished. No one will find out and your secret will be safe. And, this is a dream.'
'A crossing,' Buffy corrected, her eyes narrowing.
I have her intrigued! Legolas thought victoriously, unable to hide a smile.
'Then what have you to say?' Legolas asked, and waited, patiently. When Buffy's face lightened and she began playing with her lower lip, Legolas let out a whiff of breath and moved closer to her. His hand found her waist and his other found the bound of her breast. His reaction grew at once and the burning in his pants caused him to moan in pleasure and impatient need. 'I left that night because I wanted no one to find us together. They would not understand my need,'
'Are you trying to seduce me?' Buffy asked boldly, her warm breath on his neck.
'I have already done that, my Lady.' Legolas whispered, closing the distance and greedily taking her mouth against his.
X-x-x-x-X
Buffy felt refreshed the next morning and stretched her arms. The morning light shone through her opened window and warm summer air brushed through and played through her hair. This was the day she was going North. Where Legolas was. Her body stirred with remembering her dream- no, not a dream. Definitely not a dream. Her crossing with Legolas had been so real, so. . . there, and the feelings remained with her as she clambered out of bed.
'The clothes you've arrived in have been set out for you, my Lady.'
Startled, Buffy turned around. 'A maid. I mean. . . hi, and thank you.'
The plump maid lowered her head and nodded. 'That will be all, thank you for your stay in Rohan. M- may your trip to y- your home be a. . . a s- safe. . .' The maid never finished her sentence as she bolted from the room.
Buffy rolled her eyes, 'They act like I have scabies or something.'
'I doubt you have skin lice, my Lady.' Eomer said, appearing from outside the door.
'You know what scabies is?' Buffy asked.
'Of course, Grima Wormtounge had it.'
'He sounds charming.' Buffy said sarcastically, grabbing her clothes from the vanity seat. 'So. . . when am I leaving?'
'When you are ready, of course.' Eomer answered uneasily. 'Your things have been set out onto the horse you have arrived on. I am sure it will be comforting to be back on a horse that you are so familiar with?'
Buffy rolled her eyes. 'Whatever you say humble Joe.'
Eomer smiled at Buffy and gently touched her shoulder, the fabric slinking down her arm and baring her skin.
A look passed over his eyes. 'I. . . I have kept this feeling deep within my heart for awhile Buffy. And now that you are leaving, it has overtaken me. Do you know what feeling I am talking about?'
'Hope?' Buffy asked.
'Hope.' Eomer agreed, and then said, 'And need.'
'Wait, hold on!' Buffy exclaimed, backing away from Eomer so they were far apart. 'What exactly happened while I was in Middle- earth? Did we. . . oh god, did we do it?'
'We did nothing.' Eomer said gravely, moving forwards. 'But now can change everything. . .'
'Eomer,' Buffy warned, her eyes shifting to his hands which were starting to move towards her. 'I have to be honest with you, and I am sorry if I am hurting your feelings but this cannot happen. I don't want to be involved with you. Do you understand at all? I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression in the past, but I can't really remember anything. And if anything was close to happening back then, then nothing is definitely happening now. Not with you,'
That stung. Eomer's chin rose and his eyes turned glassy and cold.
'But you allow others to touch you?' he said confidently, but his voice was sure to crack.
'Excuse me?' Buffy cried. 'Who exactly are you talking about? No one touched me.'
'Then explain this,' Eomer spat, tossing a folded parchment at her and leaving with a slam of the door.
Remembering, part one
A tall rider dismounted from his steed and looked upon the small figure of a girl in disgusted interest. Upon dismounting, his steed had ridden away from his master and took to the plains just below the hill which the houses were perched on.
Buffy shifted uneasily in front of Gandalf's arms, trying to move away from him and the new arrived rider.
'She tried getting out again?' he asked.
'And took one of the horses, she had a fair escape Aragorn.' Gandalf said, a smile on his tone.
'While you guys are at war, I'm cooped in a cellar that barely has light!' Buffy exclaimed, finally breaking free from Gandalf's not so comforting arms. Then her tone turned angrier, 'And what the hell is this, a party?'
Another rider approached, dismounting himself and another companion from the white horse.
'Party or not,' The tall blonde rider put in. 'a woman cannot engage in war.'
'Look, you herbal essences bottled freak.' Buffy snapped. 'If you ever said that to me in my world, you know how dead you would be? I am the slay- aaaay! GANDALF!!' Buffy flinched when the man slapped her arm.
'That is enough!' Gandalf interjected loudly. 'If I allow you to engage in war, will you keep your mouth sealed, Buffy?'
Buffy hesitated, and when Aragorn and the blonde man started to gawk, Buffy nodded and smiled in triumph. 'Fine. Do I get to kill things at least?'
Gandalf sighed but nodded, 'Yes. You can.'
'With weapons?' Buffy said excitedly.
'Yes.' Gandalf answered.
'Goodie.' Buffy said, grinning. 'Count me in and my lips are sealed.'
