Dear reader's: I know you're moaning over the fighting and killing, but
Buffy is
going to be able to
fight soon enough, I just want in between chapters until the "plot"
comes along. I'll most likely post a part two, but we aren't near the
end
so let's just worry over the rating. Right.
And please note Elven sex. ;)
CHAPTER ELEVEN: REMEMBERING part two
REMEMBERING part two
What was Buffy getting herself into? There were at least ten thousand able men already lining up outside the fortresses, ready to take on in battle. And here she was, getting readied by a woman who wanted to fight beside her but was not being allowed to by her Uncle and brother? What kind of world was this place?
"Éowyn," Buffy stated suddenly. "would you want me to say something to Eomer and Théoden? I mean, I can probably get you to fight with us but I can't promise anything."
Éowyn looked up from her complaining and smiled, "Oh no, it is fine. I wasn't aware that you were listening to me complain about how stupid these men can be."
"Pretty stupid." Buffy agreed with a frown.
"Well…" Éowyn took a step back and nodded in approval. "You are ready for battle. But where will your weapon go?"
Buffy thought for a moment and secretly smiled. "With yours of course."
"With mine?" Éowyn repeated. "What are you- oh. Oh! Buffy, this will not go over good, they will find out."
"Not with the right coverage utensils, and an escape." Buffy replied, smiling and already beginning her work.
afterwards…
"Hey you, youngster!" Buffy called out. "Where is everyone loading up?"
The boy that stopped short upon hearing her call, eyed Buffy suspiciously and pointed North east.
"Over by the bivouacs, my lady." he answered, then paused. "May I ask as to why you and your male, I hope, companion acquire such information?"
"Sorry, no ablos espanol." Buffy replied, grabbing onto Éowyn's hand and leading her towards the bivouacs. When they reached the tenting area, which consisted mostly on male soldiers, Buffy nudged Éowyn over to an area where men started grabbing armor and weapons.
When Éowyn hesitated behind her hood, Buffy urged her on with a thumbs up.
"You'll be fine." she told her. "Just don't talk to anyone and keep your head down."
"That will keep me alive during battle," Éowyn said sarcastically, finding her strength to rummage through the pile of armory and weaponry.
"Buffy?" Inquired a choppy voice.
Buffy whirled around and relaxed when it was just Eomer. "Hey." she greeted. "What's up?"
"Far too much, as inquired from Gandalf the White." Eomer said gravely. "But, have you seen my sister? I feel awful about yelling at her, and I come to apologize."
Buffy heard Éowyn bang into something metal and she grinned sheepishly.
"She's clanking out her feelings." Buffy said. "So, I wouldn't talk to her right now."
"But we are departing from the white city at once. . . I need to say good bye." Eomer continued.
"You'll see her again," Buffy said, waving him off. "So calm down. I'll make sure you'll see her again."
Eomer pursed his lips but nodded, not wishing to become engaged in an argument with a woman that was going to fight beside him battle. With a sweep of his cloak, Eomer went back to where Aragorn, Gandalf and Théoden were discussing something heavy from the look of deep melancholy on their faces.
"You are crazy." someone said, bringing Buffy from her observation.
"And it took you how long to realize that?" Buffy asked, her eyes falling on the tall Elf with blonde hair.
"You make jokes, you are not serious." Legolas said incredulously. "What is running through your empty head, woman?"
"Battle." Buffy replied calmly. "I'm considering my moves. I'm planning death. . ."
"You plan the death of the people around you," Legolas corrected in a hiss, his hand reaching forwards to touch the fabric on Buffy's torso. "This will easily cut through on the strike of the enemy." His long fingers laced around the outline of her breast, a gleam hinting his pale eyes. "Your body is small, it will never be able to uphold an attack or even your own blade." his hand lingered on the outline and Buffy swore he shuddered, but he withdrew it at once. "Who do you think you are?"
Buffy clenched her fists tightly at her side and replied with a, "The slay- - aaaay! GANDALF!! Stop doing that!"
"What have I told you, Buffy?" the wizard asked angrily. "To keep what sealed?"
"My mouth." Buffy mumbled.
"Right." Gandalf said. "Keep it that way."
And as Buffy nodded Legolas felt that they both knew something that he, nor anyone else, knew nothing about.
X-x-x-x-X
"You look great Éowyn, just be quiet." Buffy said.
"But Gandalf stared directly into my eyes." Éowyn protested. "What they held made me wonder, and it still does! I fear he knows too much Buffy, far too much."
"Look," Buffy said, hoping this would distract the woman who at the moment, pretended to be a man. "It's all fun and games until somebody gets hurt?"
Éowyn frowned and shook her head.
"Well. . ." Buffy continued uneasily. "Have as much fun on the battle field as possible, so that way someone on the other side gets hurt. Understand?"
"This is not fun and games, my Lady." Legolas said, coming up from behind Éowyn. "I think you do not know the difference."
Éowyn's eyes widened, afraid of getting caught, and she scurried away as calmly as she could.
"What's your damage?" Buffy snapped.
"Nothing is my damage, I simply detest your style in life." Legolas replied coolly.
Buffy narrowed her eyes. "You know what you need? A big kick in the groin."
Legolas considered this for a moment and decided to study the strange girl that had arrived just a short while ago, in his company's care. She is a burden, but she definitely not a waist. And he truly considered her. . .
"You do not mean that," he said, his voice lowering as he stepped closer. "unless you truly mean what you say."
Buffy inhaled a shaky breath at his tone and the heat emitting from his body as he continued to creep closer to her, his arm sauntering ever the slightest and her breath was becoming short as his fingers touched her bare neck, lacing through her hair and the small of her ear where it made her shudder with delight. Her eyes closed.
"An Elf is a very passionate being," Legolas whispered, his breath warm. "and this journey has been a very long one."
"Why are you being nice all of a sudden?" Buffy asked softly, her eyes still closed.
A smile played on Legolas' lips as his eyes ran themselves along her face, a burning need growing within him as he pressed his hips against her belly, allowing her to feel the heavy pulse beating within his pants.
Buffy's eyes opened and she started at how Legolas was able to move her away from the crowd and towards a secluded area near the fire place. Then her eyes fell on the Elf and the burning in his eyes tingled her other slaying senses. . .
"Please." Legolas pleaded, his eyes gleaming.
Buffy felt something within her start welling in her chest and she heaved a sigh and scanned the area. No one was around, and whoever was near was too occupied with whatever they were doing to care about what an Elf and a woman could be doing so close together near such a secluded spot.
When she came back to reality, Legolas' hands were already exploring the flesh underneath her shirt, his long fingers tracing along her chest and collar bone. She felt him tense when realizing she was watching him and the anxiety and fear slipped away from her when realizing he was nervous as well. And she hid a smile as his widened in question.
She nodded, "But if you tell anyone," she said. "I'll kill you."
Because the relationship between her and the Elf, since the beginning, had been untamable.
Afterwards. . .
"Where were you?" Aragorn asked.
Legolas started at him. "We were- - I was helping a girl with her armory."
"A girl?" Gandalf repeated, his eyebrow risen.
Legolas froze. "I mean, a boy."
Just then Buffy walked pass, her body cool and collective but her face flushed and her hair curly from perspiration.
"And where were you?" Aragorn asked Buffy.
"I do need armory don't I?" Buffy said with a shake of her head, walking away in search for Éowyn.
And please note Elven sex. ;)
CHAPTER ELEVEN: REMEMBERING part two
REMEMBERING part two
What was Buffy getting herself into? There were at least ten thousand able men already lining up outside the fortresses, ready to take on in battle. And here she was, getting readied by a woman who wanted to fight beside her but was not being allowed to by her Uncle and brother? What kind of world was this place?
"Éowyn," Buffy stated suddenly. "would you want me to say something to Eomer and Théoden? I mean, I can probably get you to fight with us but I can't promise anything."
Éowyn looked up from her complaining and smiled, "Oh no, it is fine. I wasn't aware that you were listening to me complain about how stupid these men can be."
"Pretty stupid." Buffy agreed with a frown.
"Well…" Éowyn took a step back and nodded in approval. "You are ready for battle. But where will your weapon go?"
Buffy thought for a moment and secretly smiled. "With yours of course."
"With mine?" Éowyn repeated. "What are you- oh. Oh! Buffy, this will not go over good, they will find out."
"Not with the right coverage utensils, and an escape." Buffy replied, smiling and already beginning her work.
afterwards…
"Hey you, youngster!" Buffy called out. "Where is everyone loading up?"
The boy that stopped short upon hearing her call, eyed Buffy suspiciously and pointed North east.
"Over by the bivouacs, my lady." he answered, then paused. "May I ask as to why you and your male, I hope, companion acquire such information?"
"Sorry, no ablos espanol." Buffy replied, grabbing onto Éowyn's hand and leading her towards the bivouacs. When they reached the tenting area, which consisted mostly on male soldiers, Buffy nudged Éowyn over to an area where men started grabbing armor and weapons.
When Éowyn hesitated behind her hood, Buffy urged her on with a thumbs up.
"You'll be fine." she told her. "Just don't talk to anyone and keep your head down."
"That will keep me alive during battle," Éowyn said sarcastically, finding her strength to rummage through the pile of armory and weaponry.
"Buffy?" Inquired a choppy voice.
Buffy whirled around and relaxed when it was just Eomer. "Hey." she greeted. "What's up?"
"Far too much, as inquired from Gandalf the White." Eomer said gravely. "But, have you seen my sister? I feel awful about yelling at her, and I come to apologize."
Buffy heard Éowyn bang into something metal and she grinned sheepishly.
"She's clanking out her feelings." Buffy said. "So, I wouldn't talk to her right now."
"But we are departing from the white city at once. . . I need to say good bye." Eomer continued.
"You'll see her again," Buffy said, waving him off. "So calm down. I'll make sure you'll see her again."
Eomer pursed his lips but nodded, not wishing to become engaged in an argument with a woman that was going to fight beside him battle. With a sweep of his cloak, Eomer went back to where Aragorn, Gandalf and Théoden were discussing something heavy from the look of deep melancholy on their faces.
"You are crazy." someone said, bringing Buffy from her observation.
"And it took you how long to realize that?" Buffy asked, her eyes falling on the tall Elf with blonde hair.
"You make jokes, you are not serious." Legolas said incredulously. "What is running through your empty head, woman?"
"Battle." Buffy replied calmly. "I'm considering my moves. I'm planning death. . ."
"You plan the death of the people around you," Legolas corrected in a hiss, his hand reaching forwards to touch the fabric on Buffy's torso. "This will easily cut through on the strike of the enemy." His long fingers laced around the outline of her breast, a gleam hinting his pale eyes. "Your body is small, it will never be able to uphold an attack or even your own blade." his hand lingered on the outline and Buffy swore he shuddered, but he withdrew it at once. "Who do you think you are?"
Buffy clenched her fists tightly at her side and replied with a, "The slay- - aaaay! GANDALF!! Stop doing that!"
"What have I told you, Buffy?" the wizard asked angrily. "To keep what sealed?"
"My mouth." Buffy mumbled.
"Right." Gandalf said. "Keep it that way."
And as Buffy nodded Legolas felt that they both knew something that he, nor anyone else, knew nothing about.
X-x-x-x-X
"You look great Éowyn, just be quiet." Buffy said.
"But Gandalf stared directly into my eyes." Éowyn protested. "What they held made me wonder, and it still does! I fear he knows too much Buffy, far too much."
"Look," Buffy said, hoping this would distract the woman who at the moment, pretended to be a man. "It's all fun and games until somebody gets hurt?"
Éowyn frowned and shook her head.
"Well. . ." Buffy continued uneasily. "Have as much fun on the battle field as possible, so that way someone on the other side gets hurt. Understand?"
"This is not fun and games, my Lady." Legolas said, coming up from behind Éowyn. "I think you do not know the difference."
Éowyn's eyes widened, afraid of getting caught, and she scurried away as calmly as she could.
"What's your damage?" Buffy snapped.
"Nothing is my damage, I simply detest your style in life." Legolas replied coolly.
Buffy narrowed her eyes. "You know what you need? A big kick in the groin."
Legolas considered this for a moment and decided to study the strange girl that had arrived just a short while ago, in his company's care. She is a burden, but she definitely not a waist. And he truly considered her. . .
"You do not mean that," he said, his voice lowering as he stepped closer. "unless you truly mean what you say."
Buffy inhaled a shaky breath at his tone and the heat emitting from his body as he continued to creep closer to her, his arm sauntering ever the slightest and her breath was becoming short as his fingers touched her bare neck, lacing through her hair and the small of her ear where it made her shudder with delight. Her eyes closed.
"An Elf is a very passionate being," Legolas whispered, his breath warm. "and this journey has been a very long one."
"Why are you being nice all of a sudden?" Buffy asked softly, her eyes still closed.
A smile played on Legolas' lips as his eyes ran themselves along her face, a burning need growing within him as he pressed his hips against her belly, allowing her to feel the heavy pulse beating within his pants.
Buffy's eyes opened and she started at how Legolas was able to move her away from the crowd and towards a secluded area near the fire place. Then her eyes fell on the Elf and the burning in his eyes tingled her other slaying senses. . .
"Please." Legolas pleaded, his eyes gleaming.
Buffy felt something within her start welling in her chest and she heaved a sigh and scanned the area. No one was around, and whoever was near was too occupied with whatever they were doing to care about what an Elf and a woman could be doing so close together near such a secluded spot.
When she came back to reality, Legolas' hands were already exploring the flesh underneath her shirt, his long fingers tracing along her chest and collar bone. She felt him tense when realizing she was watching him and the anxiety and fear slipped away from her when realizing he was nervous as well. And she hid a smile as his widened in question.
She nodded, "But if you tell anyone," she said. "I'll kill you."
Because the relationship between her and the Elf, since the beginning, had been untamable.
Afterwards. . .
"Where were you?" Aragorn asked.
Legolas started at him. "We were- - I was helping a girl with her armory."
"A girl?" Gandalf repeated, his eyebrow risen.
Legolas froze. "I mean, a boy."
Just then Buffy walked pass, her body cool and collective but her face flushed and her hair curly from perspiration.
"And where were you?" Aragorn asked Buffy.
"I do need armory don't I?" Buffy said with a shake of her head, walking away in search for Éowyn.
