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RATING: R- rape, sexual situations, language, violence
SUMMARY: Set after series 7 Buffy, during Fellowship- Buffy and Giles are sent to Middle Earth when the vampires and demons find a portal from Sunnydale. Buffy offers her services to Lady Galadriel, and soon starts to feel something for Haldir, but when the Fellowship arrive in Lothlórien, Boromir finds something he wants as much as the Ring.
CHAPTER TWO: STRANGE DREAMS
The fight has moved out into the atrium. Buffy hits the ground and scrambles back to her feet as Angelus slowly advances. She thrusts, and he parries. She spins around and swings at him, and he blocks her. Her sword bounces off of his and falls with the tip onto the low wall of a planting bed. Angelus stomps on the blade before she can raise it again and knocks it from her grip. He spins around and elbows her in the face, knocking her back into a stone table, which collapses and falls with her.
Acathla. Deep thundering growls and noises come from him as he begins to wake.
Spike choking Drusilla. She begins to lose consciousness and slumps over in his arms.
Spike: Sorry, baby. Wish there was another way.
When she begins to fall he catches her, lifts her into his arms and starts to carry her out. On the way he passes the doorway to the atrium and glances outside. When he sees them he stops to take a better look. Buffy is backing up against the wall without her sword while Angelus slowly and deliberately advances on her holding his.
Spike: God, he's gonna kill her.
He watches for another moment, then shrugs and heads for the garage with Drusilla.
Angelus plays with his sword, idly pointing it at Buffy. She looks up at him, frightened.
Angelus: Now that's everything, huh? No weapons... No friends... No hope.
Buffy closes her eyes and steels herself for whatever's coming.
Angelus: Take all that away... and what's left?
He draws the sword back and thrusts it directly at her face. With lightning fast reflexes she swings up with both arms and catches the blade between the palms of her hands. She opens her eyes and meets his.
Buffy: Me.
She shoves the blade away from her, and the hilt of the sword hits Angelus in the face. He staggers back, and she hops to her feet and kicks him in the chest. He stumbles back even more, and she reaches down and picks up her sword. She swings it around and thrusts at him, but he manages to parry. They exchange several blows, blocking each other. Buffy spins around and swings her sword down at him from above. He holds up his own to block, but she hits it hard and he falls to one knee. She swings again, and he blocks. She spins around with a roundhouse kick to his side, and he collapses to the ground.
Buffy raises her sword to dispatch Angelus, but stays herself when he suddenly gasps loudly and groans in pain. She sees his eyes glow bright red for an instant and go back dark. He looks up at her, but quickly collapses to the floor, crying. Buffy stares down at him, but still holds her sword raised behind her. Angel raises himself back up, his eyes heavy with tears, and looks into her eyes.
Angel: (softly) Buffy? (sobs) What's going on?
She just looks at him, confused but not yet ready to lower the sword. He looks around a bit and gets to his feet.
Angel: Where are we? I-I don't remember.
Finally Buffy realizes that the curse has worked, and she slowly lowers her sword.
Buffy: (softly) Angel?
Angel: (sees her wound) You're hurt.
She looks down at her wound and feels his gentle touch on her arm. She ignores her cut, looks back up at him and steps closer. He embraces her tightly.
Angel: Oh, Buffy... God.
She still isn't completely sure that it's true, but accepts the hug.
Angel: I... I feel like I haven't seen you in months.
Finally she accepts it, closes her eyes and breathes out a deep sigh.
Angel: Oh, my God, everything's so muddled. I...
He holds her even more closely.
Angel: Oh...
He sighs deeply and kisses her on the shoulder.
Angel: Oh, Buffy...
She cries into his shoulder and hugs him back. Behind him Acathla lets out a low rumble. Buffy opens her eyes and stares in shock as Acathla's face contorts. His brows angle down, his eyes glow red, his mouth opens grotesquely and the swirling vortex to Hell opens, small at first, but growing steadily in size and emanating a deep, red glow. Buffy lets go of Angel and looks up into his face.
Angel: (confused) What's happening?
Buffy: (whispers reassuringly) Shh. Don't worry about it.
She brushes her fingers over his lips and across his cheek. She lays her hand on his cheek and kisses him softly. He returns the kiss, and it becomes more passionate. Behind them the vortex has grown to about five feet (1.5 m) across and continues to get larger. Buffy breaks off the kiss and looks deeply into Angel's eyes.
Buffy: (whispers) I love you.
Angel: (whispers) I love you.
She touches his lips with her fingers again.
Buffy: Close your eyes.
She nods reassuringly, and he closes his eyes. She tries hard not to start crying, and kisses him again gently. She steps back, draws back her sword and thrusts it into his chest. His eyes whip open in surprise and pain, and a bright light emanates from the sword. She steps away from him. He reaches out to her and looks down at the sword thrust completely through him. He looks at her imploringly, completely bewildered by this turn of events. She can only stare at the sword protruding from his chest, and slowly steps further back.
Angel: Buffy...
Behind him the power of the sword begins to swirl into the vortex. Buffy steps further back, still looking only at the sword in his chest and not into his face. The vortex has enlarged to about twelve feet across, and the two energies begin to interact. Angel still holds out his hand to Buffy. When the vortex finally meets him it suddenly closes into Acathla's mouth without so much as a spark, taking him with it. Buffy stares at the stone demon for a long moment before breaking into sobs and tears.
"NO!"
Buffy jumped up and looked around, sobbing. Haldir and his brothers looked on as Giles took the sobbing slayer in his arms and let her weep.
"Did you have another nightmare?" Giles asked.
Buffy nodded.
"Was it Angel and Acathla?"
She nodded again.
"It's alright, you're safe. He can't hurt anymore."
She sobbed even harder at his words and slammed her fist into his chest. Haldir dragged her away and she sobbed into the Marchwarden's chest.
For an hour she sat there, the tears not stopping, Haldir rubbing her back.
When at last she could cry no more she looked up at Haldir and then at his shirt. Her eyes widened and started to wipe his tunic.
"I'm so sorry," she said, "I've ruined it."
"It's alright," Haldir said wiping some tears from her face. "There's a wash basin over in the corner. Wash your face and have some breakfast. You can get dressed when we reach Caras Galadhon."
Buffy was glad to feel the cool water against her face, and she didn't really mind the lembas bread, it brought her spirits back up.
Soon they were on the road, two elves carrying the two bags.
"Cormlle naa tanya tel'raa ", Orophin said to Buffy coming up beside her.
"Are you hitting on me?" she asked him.
"Nay," Haldir said, "he is merely commenting that your heart is that of a lion."
"Oh, how do you say thankyou?"
"Diola lle," Haldir said and Buffy repeated it to Orophin.
"You are very good," Haldir said.
"Well, Giles made me speak Latin, so I'm kinda used to it."
"I shall be staying in Caras Galadhon for a few months, as I am not needed patrolling the borders, perhaps you would like me to teach you Elvish and assist in your training."
"I don't see why it won't hurt, besides the fact that I'll kick your arse."
Haldir laughed. "Giles told me what arse meant last night. It is a foul word, and I am afraid to say that the elves do not care for such beautiful ladies using distasteful words."
"I ain't no lady," Buffy said.
"Oh but you are."
Buffy looked up into his grey eyes and smiled, "Diola lle."
Haldir smiled back; she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He looked ahead, feeling her eyes not leave his face. He glanced at her, to see her look away blushing.
He grinned. In the short he had known this Buffy Summers, he had felt something he hadn't felt in a long time. admiration, adoration, fascination.
RATING: R- rape, sexual situations, language, violence
SUMMARY: Set after series 7 Buffy, during Fellowship- Buffy and Giles are sent to Middle Earth when the vampires and demons find a portal from Sunnydale. Buffy offers her services to Lady Galadriel, and soon starts to feel something for Haldir, but when the Fellowship arrive in Lothlórien, Boromir finds something he wants as much as the Ring.
CHAPTER TWO: STRANGE DREAMS
The fight has moved out into the atrium. Buffy hits the ground and scrambles back to her feet as Angelus slowly advances. She thrusts, and he parries. She spins around and swings at him, and he blocks her. Her sword bounces off of his and falls with the tip onto the low wall of a planting bed. Angelus stomps on the blade before she can raise it again and knocks it from her grip. He spins around and elbows her in the face, knocking her back into a stone table, which collapses and falls with her.
Acathla. Deep thundering growls and noises come from him as he begins to wake.
Spike choking Drusilla. She begins to lose consciousness and slumps over in his arms.
Spike: Sorry, baby. Wish there was another way.
When she begins to fall he catches her, lifts her into his arms and starts to carry her out. On the way he passes the doorway to the atrium and glances outside. When he sees them he stops to take a better look. Buffy is backing up against the wall without her sword while Angelus slowly and deliberately advances on her holding his.
Spike: God, he's gonna kill her.
He watches for another moment, then shrugs and heads for the garage with Drusilla.
Angelus plays with his sword, idly pointing it at Buffy. She looks up at him, frightened.
Angelus: Now that's everything, huh? No weapons... No friends... No hope.
Buffy closes her eyes and steels herself for whatever's coming.
Angelus: Take all that away... and what's left?
He draws the sword back and thrusts it directly at her face. With lightning fast reflexes she swings up with both arms and catches the blade between the palms of her hands. She opens her eyes and meets his.
Buffy: Me.
She shoves the blade away from her, and the hilt of the sword hits Angelus in the face. He staggers back, and she hops to her feet and kicks him in the chest. He stumbles back even more, and she reaches down and picks up her sword. She swings it around and thrusts at him, but he manages to parry. They exchange several blows, blocking each other. Buffy spins around and swings her sword down at him from above. He holds up his own to block, but she hits it hard and he falls to one knee. She swings again, and he blocks. She spins around with a roundhouse kick to his side, and he collapses to the ground.
Buffy raises her sword to dispatch Angelus, but stays herself when he suddenly gasps loudly and groans in pain. She sees his eyes glow bright red for an instant and go back dark. He looks up at her, but quickly collapses to the floor, crying. Buffy stares down at him, but still holds her sword raised behind her. Angel raises himself back up, his eyes heavy with tears, and looks into her eyes.
Angel: (softly) Buffy? (sobs) What's going on?
She just looks at him, confused but not yet ready to lower the sword. He looks around a bit and gets to his feet.
Angel: Where are we? I-I don't remember.
Finally Buffy realizes that the curse has worked, and she slowly lowers her sword.
Buffy: (softly) Angel?
Angel: (sees her wound) You're hurt.
She looks down at her wound and feels his gentle touch on her arm. She ignores her cut, looks back up at him and steps closer. He embraces her tightly.
Angel: Oh, Buffy... God.
She still isn't completely sure that it's true, but accepts the hug.
Angel: I... I feel like I haven't seen you in months.
Finally she accepts it, closes her eyes and breathes out a deep sigh.
Angel: Oh, my God, everything's so muddled. I...
He holds her even more closely.
Angel: Oh...
He sighs deeply and kisses her on the shoulder.
Angel: Oh, Buffy...
She cries into his shoulder and hugs him back. Behind him Acathla lets out a low rumble. Buffy opens her eyes and stares in shock as Acathla's face contorts. His brows angle down, his eyes glow red, his mouth opens grotesquely and the swirling vortex to Hell opens, small at first, but growing steadily in size and emanating a deep, red glow. Buffy lets go of Angel and looks up into his face.
Angel: (confused) What's happening?
Buffy: (whispers reassuringly) Shh. Don't worry about it.
She brushes her fingers over his lips and across his cheek. She lays her hand on his cheek and kisses him softly. He returns the kiss, and it becomes more passionate. Behind them the vortex has grown to about five feet (1.5 m) across and continues to get larger. Buffy breaks off the kiss and looks deeply into Angel's eyes.
Buffy: (whispers) I love you.
Angel: (whispers) I love you.
She touches his lips with her fingers again.
Buffy: Close your eyes.
She nods reassuringly, and he closes his eyes. She tries hard not to start crying, and kisses him again gently. She steps back, draws back her sword and thrusts it into his chest. His eyes whip open in surprise and pain, and a bright light emanates from the sword. She steps away from him. He reaches out to her and looks down at the sword thrust completely through him. He looks at her imploringly, completely bewildered by this turn of events. She can only stare at the sword protruding from his chest, and slowly steps further back.
Angel: Buffy...
Behind him the power of the sword begins to swirl into the vortex. Buffy steps further back, still looking only at the sword in his chest and not into his face. The vortex has enlarged to about twelve feet across, and the two energies begin to interact. Angel still holds out his hand to Buffy. When the vortex finally meets him it suddenly closes into Acathla's mouth without so much as a spark, taking him with it. Buffy stares at the stone demon for a long moment before breaking into sobs and tears.
"NO!"
Buffy jumped up and looked around, sobbing. Haldir and his brothers looked on as Giles took the sobbing slayer in his arms and let her weep.
"Did you have another nightmare?" Giles asked.
Buffy nodded.
"Was it Angel and Acathla?"
She nodded again.
"It's alright, you're safe. He can't hurt anymore."
She sobbed even harder at his words and slammed her fist into his chest. Haldir dragged her away and she sobbed into the Marchwarden's chest.
For an hour she sat there, the tears not stopping, Haldir rubbing her back.
When at last she could cry no more she looked up at Haldir and then at his shirt. Her eyes widened and started to wipe his tunic.
"I'm so sorry," she said, "I've ruined it."
"It's alright," Haldir said wiping some tears from her face. "There's a wash basin over in the corner. Wash your face and have some breakfast. You can get dressed when we reach Caras Galadhon."
Buffy was glad to feel the cool water against her face, and she didn't really mind the lembas bread, it brought her spirits back up.
Soon they were on the road, two elves carrying the two bags.
"Cormlle naa tanya tel'raa ", Orophin said to Buffy coming up beside her.
"Are you hitting on me?" she asked him.
"Nay," Haldir said, "he is merely commenting that your heart is that of a lion."
"Oh, how do you say thankyou?"
"Diola lle," Haldir said and Buffy repeated it to Orophin.
"You are very good," Haldir said.
"Well, Giles made me speak Latin, so I'm kinda used to it."
"I shall be staying in Caras Galadhon for a few months, as I am not needed patrolling the borders, perhaps you would like me to teach you Elvish and assist in your training."
"I don't see why it won't hurt, besides the fact that I'll kick your arse."
Haldir laughed. "Giles told me what arse meant last night. It is a foul word, and I am afraid to say that the elves do not care for such beautiful ladies using distasteful words."
"I ain't no lady," Buffy said.
"Oh but you are."
Buffy looked up into his grey eyes and smiled, "Diola lle."
Haldir smiled back; she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He looked ahead, feeling her eyes not leave his face. He glanced at her, to see her look away blushing.
He grinned. In the short he had known this Buffy Summers, he had felt something he hadn't felt in a long time. admiration, adoration, fascination.
