After a moment, she sighed. "Aragorn, I am soo sorry. I would have to be
blind to not see that you carry a full load, without my own worries."
"Lady Buffy, it was an honor to listen to you" He said. When had the damned "Lady" shown up? They had been on friendly terms, and now this "lady" crap showed up.
He stood and took a deep breath. "We are thinking about exploring a bit. Would you cane to accompany us?"
"Uh...yeah. I need something to do, to keep my thoughts at bay, before they consume me and make me do something I regret." And she wouldn't say anything more on the subject.
She followed then and listened silently as they conversed with Gandalf and Theoden, whom they met on the way.
"I must pay Saruman a farewell visit. Dangerous and probably useless; but it must be done. Those of you who wish may come with me-" He seemed to look straight at Buffy, as if daring her to come. He seemed to judge her on size and gender, but there was also a light of knowing in his eye. "-but beware! And do not jest! This is not the time for it."
"I will come." Said Gimli. "I wish to see him and learn if he really looks like you."
"And how will you learn that, Master Dwarf? Saruman could look like me in your eyes if it suited his purpose with you. And you are yet wise enough to detect all his counterfeits?" He was yet again looking at her. She just stared back. Let him think what he wanted. "Well, we shall see, perhaps. He may be shy of showing himself before many different eyes together. Perhaps we shall persuade him to come out."
"What's the danger?" Pippin asked the question in Buffy's mind. "Will he shoot at us, and pour fire out of the windows, or can he put a spell on us from a distance?" Buffy was becoming intrigued with this guy, this sorcerer, but she was also weary. Her gut told her to be. He could not be trusted.
"The last is most likely if you ride to his door with a light heart."
"Then I have nor worries." Buffy muttered. Only Aragorn, the closest to her, and Legolas heard.
"But there is no knowing what he can do, or may choose to try. A wild beast cornered is not safe to approach. And Sarumon has powers you do not guess. beware of his voice!" he warned.
They walked towards the foot of the tower; Orthanc. Presently, they made the half mile trip, and she found herself at the bottom of the massive tower. She saw that the bottom was made out of black stone. The rocks gleamed, as if wet.
On the eastern side, high above the ground was a great door. And over that door was s shuttered window. Leading to that door, were 27 steps, made out of the same black stone, if Buffy was any judge in rocks. These stairs, and the door were the only way in, and the only way out.
"I will go up. I have been in Orthanc before, and I know my peril." Gandalf said, halting them.
"I will go too. "replied the king. "I am old and fear no peril anymore. I wish to speak with the enemy who has done me so much wrong. Eomer shall come with me, and see that my aged feet do not falter."
"As you will. Aragorn shall come with me. Let the others await us at the foot of the stairs. They will hear and see enough, if there is anything to hear or see."
"Nay! Legolas and I wish for a closer view. We alone here represent our kindred's. We also will come behind."
"Come then, "Gandalf began to climb the steps, Theoden and Eomer behind him.
Buffy stepped closer to join the group, but Aragorn blocked her way. "It is unsafe. Stay behind."
"I do not fear death. What is more horrible, more terrifying, than death?" She asked, staring him straight in the face. "Nothing I shall find at the top of these stairs, I can assure you."
The Riders of Rohan stood uneasily on either side of the stair, as they watched their king, Gandalf, the one called Strider, the elf, the dwarf, and the girl climb the stairs. Merry and Pippin sat on the very bottom step, feeling both unimportant and unsafe.
"Halfa sticky mile from here to the gate." Pippin complained. "I wish I could just slip off back to the guard room unnoticed! What did we come for? We are not wanted!"
Gandalf knocked on the door of Orthanc. It rang with a hollow sound "Sarumon! Sarumon! Sarumon, come forth!" His voice was loud and commanding.
For some time, there was no answer. Buffy sighed impatiently. Finally a window opened. She could almost see a figure in the shadows.
"Who is it? What do you wish?" Said the shadows. The voice grated on Buffy's nerves.
"Go and fetch Sarumon, since you have become his foot man, Grima Wormtongue! Do not waste our time!" Gandalf ordered.
The window closed, and yet again they waited but before too long, another voice could be heard. This one came from the Large window/Balcony above them. To the grating, raspy voice of Grima, this one was smooth, melodic, music to her ears. The warmth washed over her, making her feel special, loved. It was in her head, promising her all she could desire, for some help to get away from the evil men. She heard him promise her jewels, land, power, slaves. But she wanted nothing he could offer.
He was also talking to the others, as he had the private conversation with her. She bearly heard the sickly sweet voice talking to the others, and their replies. She began calculating. Suddenly, to everyone's surprise, she pushed them to one side, towards the tower, and not open space, and took a flying leap. She caught hold of the balcony/window and flipped herself up. Her hands found themselves around his neck before he could gasp in surprise.
"Trying to buy a slayer? eh? You'd like that wouldn't you? A slayer as your lap dog? Well, sir, you have made a grievous error." Her voice dripped with malice towards him. "See, you've chosen the wrong slayer. You really want Faith, she goes for that type of stuff. Assassin jobs, all around evil stuff. But not me." She shook her finger in his face, like a teacher scolding a student.
"Now, let's see, if memory serves me, your staff is your power source." Then she thought. "Either that, or I will be blown into oblivion." She said, fingering his staff. Lightning quick, she snatched it away from him, and broke it over her knee. A flash of light momentarily hid her from view and all feared for her safety. But then the light dispersed, and there she was. She then broke the head off and tossed it to Gandalf. "Oh, that tickles." She said, without smiling. "Huh, fairy tales don't lie." She said, looking at the two pieces of staff in her hands. He stared at her and the broken staff, mouth open.
"That look just doesn't suit you." She said, pretending to ponder it. "let me help you with that." She took a step forward, and he scrambled back, tripping over himself in his haste. She shook her head in disgust. "Now, how do I get out of here? See, I'm the type to do something irrational, like kill someone, and then think about what I just got myself into, later on. It's a flaw, but only a small one." She shrugged her shoulders and he shrunk away from her.
Something came flying through the air towards her. She spun and kicked it into the wall. It dented the dense stone, but the thing wasn't scratched. She picked it up, and He saw her. She didn't know who He was, but He saw her. She used all her will to not look into it, and tossed it down to Gandalf. He missed it, and it bounced down the stairs.
"Here, catch!" She said, watching the object fall. Sarumon had already scrabbled inside. "Make way! I'm coming down!" She called. They made a space, and she flung herself over the railing, caught herself, and then worked herself to the ledge, before letting go and dropping. She landed, knees bent, to absorb the impact.
"Come back, Sarumon!" Gandalf ordered, and to many's surprise, they saw the huddled figure come back, almost against his will. "you have become a fool, Sarumon, and yet pitiable. You might still have turned away from folly and evil, and have been of service. But you choose to stay and gnaw the ends of your plots. Stay then! But I warn you, you will not easily come out again. Behold! I am not Gandalf the Grey, whom you betrayed! I am Gandalf the White, who has returned from death." He said, throwing off his cloak.
"Join the party." The slayer muttered.
"You have no color now, and I cast you from the order and from the council."
"Ouch, sacked." She muttered again. She seemed to be keeping a running commentary with herself.
Gandalf bent and retrieved the head of the staff. "Your staff is broken, and you shall from now on be despised by the council." With a cry of disbelief, Sarumon fell back, and crawled inside.
"Good riddance to you." She said, turning and walking down the steps.
"Why did you do that?" Aragorn caught up with her at the bottom, and took a hold of her arm to stop her. "You put yourself in grave danger!"
"I'm not one to sit and do nothing, and listen to idle chit-chat! IF something must be done, if it needs doing, then I'll do it." She turned to go, but then turned back. "Besides, you'll find I hate thralls." She then turned to leave, for real this time, but he held fast to her arm.
"That's no excuse for almost getting yourself killed!"
"Let go of me." Her voice was lethal, and he had the sense to let her shake him off. "That old man didn't lay a hand on me. Maybe it would have been better for all if he had, because then I would have killed him. He's dangerous, even without his staff and his 'color.' The only danger I was in, though, was falling to my death, and even that was rather unlikely. Slayers tend to have cat like reflexes; we always land on our feet. And if we don't, we roll, and end up there."
"But you put yourself in unnecessary risk!"
"Risk, danger, death; all past times of mine." She said flippantly.
"But it doesn't have to be that way! Before, you were alone, but now, besides the other girls, you have us." He motioned towards Legolas and Gimli. "You've joined a war that you weren't invited to, and you're welcome to it, you've saved-"
"Oh, so now I'm a party crasher?! Been there, done that. I've crashed every evil plot for seven years. What makes this one any different? Unkillable evil, maybe? Done that. Immense risk of bodily harm or even death; been there."
"I'm not blaming you, for...crashing. I'm trying to thank you for saving the lives you did!"
"How many lives did you think I saved, by taking his staff away? Just these people here, or do you think more?"
"Gandalf had it under control! You shouldn't have interfered!"
"Not from where I was!" She yelled at him. "Argh! You and every other sexist bastard makes me so mad!" She cried, spinning from him. Everyone was looking at them by now, and she cared more than she should. Her emotions got the better of her, and she ran from them all, towards the guard. house.
It was only a half a mile or so, and it took her about three minutes, running her fastest. He rushed into the small room and slammed the door. She hated herself for running, hated herself for leaving it that way. What the hell was wrong with her?
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A/N:
HI ALL! It's Friday (YAY!) December . . . . 19th, and here I am, up late at the computer, as usual.
Well, I've now seen LORD OF THE RINGS: Return of the King, and . . . .
IT ROCKS!
There were a few parts that could have been better, and supposedly, the stunt doubles were easy to notice, I certainly didn't notice them! And there were parts that I really wanted to see that were cut, and things I had though of differently, when I had read the books, and of course, there are parts I don't have to add, like all of the Frodo & Sam part. Sorry, if you guys haven't figured this out yet, but this is a A,L,G andG/M (whatever you want to call him!) story, and Frodo and Sam will be making very few appearances.
But this movie is exactly what I needed to finish. The push up the hill. I can do it now, I know I can. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Hope it's not a train. . . . .
Anyway, please be patient. With the movie out, it will be much easier for me to write, now that I am able to relate things to actual pictures. But, I need a couple weeks. I can't expect someone to have the script out on the net right now, so I'm gonna give it a week or two. If someone knows exactly where I can find a script, then I'd be very grateful to know where!
I still will be going through the book, since they changed things, and some things I want to change back, and some things I want to add.
And yes, I've gotten reviews about people saying that it wasn't a good thing to be going back and forth from the movie and the book, since they were different, and some might be irritated, since that is what I shall be doing, but as a fanfic writer, as long as I have a disclaimer, I have some rights. Some freedoms, which I think is called creative liberty. AND DOING IT THIS WAY IS MY CHOICE!
I am not sure how many chapters are still there, since I still have to cover the last movie, and it's three and a half hours long! Plus the stuff I'm adding. But I'd like to be done by spring break.
All in all, I hope this story rocks by the time I'm done!
Of course, my friends and family, many of whom dislike Buffy, can't believe I am ruining LOTR this way, but I think it adds some flair, don't you?
Luv you all!
Blackbeltchic
OH! JUST SO YA ALL KNOW:
I might just be grounded from the computer, so updating could be sparatic. But I'm thinking of you all, and I'm trying!
"Lady Buffy, it was an honor to listen to you" He said. When had the damned "Lady" shown up? They had been on friendly terms, and now this "lady" crap showed up.
He stood and took a deep breath. "We are thinking about exploring a bit. Would you cane to accompany us?"
"Uh...yeah. I need something to do, to keep my thoughts at bay, before they consume me and make me do something I regret." And she wouldn't say anything more on the subject.
She followed then and listened silently as they conversed with Gandalf and Theoden, whom they met on the way.
"I must pay Saruman a farewell visit. Dangerous and probably useless; but it must be done. Those of you who wish may come with me-" He seemed to look straight at Buffy, as if daring her to come. He seemed to judge her on size and gender, but there was also a light of knowing in his eye. "-but beware! And do not jest! This is not the time for it."
"I will come." Said Gimli. "I wish to see him and learn if he really looks like you."
"And how will you learn that, Master Dwarf? Saruman could look like me in your eyes if it suited his purpose with you. And you are yet wise enough to detect all his counterfeits?" He was yet again looking at her. She just stared back. Let him think what he wanted. "Well, we shall see, perhaps. He may be shy of showing himself before many different eyes together. Perhaps we shall persuade him to come out."
"What's the danger?" Pippin asked the question in Buffy's mind. "Will he shoot at us, and pour fire out of the windows, or can he put a spell on us from a distance?" Buffy was becoming intrigued with this guy, this sorcerer, but she was also weary. Her gut told her to be. He could not be trusted.
"The last is most likely if you ride to his door with a light heart."
"Then I have nor worries." Buffy muttered. Only Aragorn, the closest to her, and Legolas heard.
"But there is no knowing what he can do, or may choose to try. A wild beast cornered is not safe to approach. And Sarumon has powers you do not guess. beware of his voice!" he warned.
They walked towards the foot of the tower; Orthanc. Presently, they made the half mile trip, and she found herself at the bottom of the massive tower. She saw that the bottom was made out of black stone. The rocks gleamed, as if wet.
On the eastern side, high above the ground was a great door. And over that door was s shuttered window. Leading to that door, were 27 steps, made out of the same black stone, if Buffy was any judge in rocks. These stairs, and the door were the only way in, and the only way out.
"I will go up. I have been in Orthanc before, and I know my peril." Gandalf said, halting them.
"I will go too. "replied the king. "I am old and fear no peril anymore. I wish to speak with the enemy who has done me so much wrong. Eomer shall come with me, and see that my aged feet do not falter."
"As you will. Aragorn shall come with me. Let the others await us at the foot of the stairs. They will hear and see enough, if there is anything to hear or see."
"Nay! Legolas and I wish for a closer view. We alone here represent our kindred's. We also will come behind."
"Come then, "Gandalf began to climb the steps, Theoden and Eomer behind him.
Buffy stepped closer to join the group, but Aragorn blocked her way. "It is unsafe. Stay behind."
"I do not fear death. What is more horrible, more terrifying, than death?" She asked, staring him straight in the face. "Nothing I shall find at the top of these stairs, I can assure you."
The Riders of Rohan stood uneasily on either side of the stair, as they watched their king, Gandalf, the one called Strider, the elf, the dwarf, and the girl climb the stairs. Merry and Pippin sat on the very bottom step, feeling both unimportant and unsafe.
"Halfa sticky mile from here to the gate." Pippin complained. "I wish I could just slip off back to the guard room unnoticed! What did we come for? We are not wanted!"
Gandalf knocked on the door of Orthanc. It rang with a hollow sound "Sarumon! Sarumon! Sarumon, come forth!" His voice was loud and commanding.
For some time, there was no answer. Buffy sighed impatiently. Finally a window opened. She could almost see a figure in the shadows.
"Who is it? What do you wish?" Said the shadows. The voice grated on Buffy's nerves.
"Go and fetch Sarumon, since you have become his foot man, Grima Wormtongue! Do not waste our time!" Gandalf ordered.
The window closed, and yet again they waited but before too long, another voice could be heard. This one came from the Large window/Balcony above them. To the grating, raspy voice of Grima, this one was smooth, melodic, music to her ears. The warmth washed over her, making her feel special, loved. It was in her head, promising her all she could desire, for some help to get away from the evil men. She heard him promise her jewels, land, power, slaves. But she wanted nothing he could offer.
He was also talking to the others, as he had the private conversation with her. She bearly heard the sickly sweet voice talking to the others, and their replies. She began calculating. Suddenly, to everyone's surprise, she pushed them to one side, towards the tower, and not open space, and took a flying leap. She caught hold of the balcony/window and flipped herself up. Her hands found themselves around his neck before he could gasp in surprise.
"Trying to buy a slayer? eh? You'd like that wouldn't you? A slayer as your lap dog? Well, sir, you have made a grievous error." Her voice dripped with malice towards him. "See, you've chosen the wrong slayer. You really want Faith, she goes for that type of stuff. Assassin jobs, all around evil stuff. But not me." She shook her finger in his face, like a teacher scolding a student.
"Now, let's see, if memory serves me, your staff is your power source." Then she thought. "Either that, or I will be blown into oblivion." She said, fingering his staff. Lightning quick, she snatched it away from him, and broke it over her knee. A flash of light momentarily hid her from view and all feared for her safety. But then the light dispersed, and there she was. She then broke the head off and tossed it to Gandalf. "Oh, that tickles." She said, without smiling. "Huh, fairy tales don't lie." She said, looking at the two pieces of staff in her hands. He stared at her and the broken staff, mouth open.
"That look just doesn't suit you." She said, pretending to ponder it. "let me help you with that." She took a step forward, and he scrambled back, tripping over himself in his haste. She shook her head in disgust. "Now, how do I get out of here? See, I'm the type to do something irrational, like kill someone, and then think about what I just got myself into, later on. It's a flaw, but only a small one." She shrugged her shoulders and he shrunk away from her.
Something came flying through the air towards her. She spun and kicked it into the wall. It dented the dense stone, but the thing wasn't scratched. She picked it up, and He saw her. She didn't know who He was, but He saw her. She used all her will to not look into it, and tossed it down to Gandalf. He missed it, and it bounced down the stairs.
"Here, catch!" She said, watching the object fall. Sarumon had already scrabbled inside. "Make way! I'm coming down!" She called. They made a space, and she flung herself over the railing, caught herself, and then worked herself to the ledge, before letting go and dropping. She landed, knees bent, to absorb the impact.
"Come back, Sarumon!" Gandalf ordered, and to many's surprise, they saw the huddled figure come back, almost against his will. "you have become a fool, Sarumon, and yet pitiable. You might still have turned away from folly and evil, and have been of service. But you choose to stay and gnaw the ends of your plots. Stay then! But I warn you, you will not easily come out again. Behold! I am not Gandalf the Grey, whom you betrayed! I am Gandalf the White, who has returned from death." He said, throwing off his cloak.
"Join the party." The slayer muttered.
"You have no color now, and I cast you from the order and from the council."
"Ouch, sacked." She muttered again. She seemed to be keeping a running commentary with herself.
Gandalf bent and retrieved the head of the staff. "Your staff is broken, and you shall from now on be despised by the council." With a cry of disbelief, Sarumon fell back, and crawled inside.
"Good riddance to you." She said, turning and walking down the steps.
"Why did you do that?" Aragorn caught up with her at the bottom, and took a hold of her arm to stop her. "You put yourself in grave danger!"
"I'm not one to sit and do nothing, and listen to idle chit-chat! IF something must be done, if it needs doing, then I'll do it." She turned to go, but then turned back. "Besides, you'll find I hate thralls." She then turned to leave, for real this time, but he held fast to her arm.
"That's no excuse for almost getting yourself killed!"
"Let go of me." Her voice was lethal, and he had the sense to let her shake him off. "That old man didn't lay a hand on me. Maybe it would have been better for all if he had, because then I would have killed him. He's dangerous, even without his staff and his 'color.' The only danger I was in, though, was falling to my death, and even that was rather unlikely. Slayers tend to have cat like reflexes; we always land on our feet. And if we don't, we roll, and end up there."
"But you put yourself in unnecessary risk!"
"Risk, danger, death; all past times of mine." She said flippantly.
"But it doesn't have to be that way! Before, you were alone, but now, besides the other girls, you have us." He motioned towards Legolas and Gimli. "You've joined a war that you weren't invited to, and you're welcome to it, you've saved-"
"Oh, so now I'm a party crasher?! Been there, done that. I've crashed every evil plot for seven years. What makes this one any different? Unkillable evil, maybe? Done that. Immense risk of bodily harm or even death; been there."
"I'm not blaming you, for...crashing. I'm trying to thank you for saving the lives you did!"
"How many lives did you think I saved, by taking his staff away? Just these people here, or do you think more?"
"Gandalf had it under control! You shouldn't have interfered!"
"Not from where I was!" She yelled at him. "Argh! You and every other sexist bastard makes me so mad!" She cried, spinning from him. Everyone was looking at them by now, and she cared more than she should. Her emotions got the better of her, and she ran from them all, towards the guard. house.
It was only a half a mile or so, and it took her about three minutes, running her fastest. He rushed into the small room and slammed the door. She hated herself for running, hated herself for leaving it that way. What the hell was wrong with her?
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A/N:
HI ALL! It's Friday (YAY!) December . . . . 19th, and here I am, up late at the computer, as usual.
Well, I've now seen LORD OF THE RINGS: Return of the King, and . . . .
IT ROCKS!
There were a few parts that could have been better, and supposedly, the stunt doubles were easy to notice, I certainly didn't notice them! And there were parts that I really wanted to see that were cut, and things I had though of differently, when I had read the books, and of course, there are parts I don't have to add, like all of the Frodo & Sam part. Sorry, if you guys haven't figured this out yet, but this is a A,L,G andG/M (whatever you want to call him!) story, and Frodo and Sam will be making very few appearances.
But this movie is exactly what I needed to finish. The push up the hill. I can do it now, I know I can. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Hope it's not a train. . . . .
Anyway, please be patient. With the movie out, it will be much easier for me to write, now that I am able to relate things to actual pictures. But, I need a couple weeks. I can't expect someone to have the script out on the net right now, so I'm gonna give it a week or two. If someone knows exactly where I can find a script, then I'd be very grateful to know where!
I still will be going through the book, since they changed things, and some things I want to change back, and some things I want to add.
And yes, I've gotten reviews about people saying that it wasn't a good thing to be going back and forth from the movie and the book, since they were different, and some might be irritated, since that is what I shall be doing, but as a fanfic writer, as long as I have a disclaimer, I have some rights. Some freedoms, which I think is called creative liberty. AND DOING IT THIS WAY IS MY CHOICE!
I am not sure how many chapters are still there, since I still have to cover the last movie, and it's three and a half hours long! Plus the stuff I'm adding. But I'd like to be done by spring break.
All in all, I hope this story rocks by the time I'm done!
Of course, my friends and family, many of whom dislike Buffy, can't believe I am ruining LOTR this way, but I think it adds some flair, don't you?
Luv you all!
Blackbeltchic
OH! JUST SO YA ALL KNOW:
I might just be grounded from the computer, so updating could be sparatic. But I'm thinking of you all, and I'm trying!