Thanks to all those who reviewed my fic. As for the impossibilities... in the LOTR movies, Orlando Bloom, a.k.a. Legolas, does speak with a British accent and why can't Wesley understand them? They're speaking in English, not the tongues of arda. If they were speaking that, the Hobbits wouldn't understand him and neither would the common man. (Aragorn is the exception.) I'm going by the movies folks, since I have yet to finish reading all the books. Now...on to the story!
Angel was just as clueless as Wesley was. They stared in amazement at the strangers before them with their old-fashioned weapons. The other man, the one with shoulder-length hair, stepped forward cautiously.
"Answer his question. What is your business here?"
Wesley thought it might be a little bit more calming if he answered them. He did however have the accent. "We have come to assist you. We were told you needed help. Some creatures with black blood are going to attack you."
"Orcs! The filthy creatures!" The short man shouted.
"Aragorn, what are we to believe?" A little one asked. Angel noticed that he was wearing a gold ring around his neck.
"Quiet Frodo. I'm not sure myself."
This time Angel thought it was appropriate to speak, "Look-"
One of the shorter red-haired boys ducked screaming, "WHAT?! Look at what?"
Angel stepped back away from him, "Nothing. It's an expression. We are from another dimension, or world. One with huge buildings that can practically touch the sky. Technologies that can make the smallest machine think for itself. We have guns and drugs that can kill people without a moment's hesitation, and then we have monsters. Things like vampires and demons that take pleasure in killing people. Our world is different than yours. My friend, she's special. She has visions of people in trouble. This time she had a vision of you."
The group stared at him in confusion. Angel knew that they probably had no clue what or why he just said. It was just something that he had to get off of his chest.
The men all looked at each other, then a loud snap rang through the forest. Three bodies then fell from the sky and all weapons and bodies turned toward them.
Angel couldn't believe his eyes. He watched as Cordelia, Faith and Gunn stood up and brushed themselves off. Cordelia punched Gunn on the arm.
"You idiot! Look what you did! Now we're stuck in another world with no shops, no class, and no designer wear!" Cordelia exclaimed.
The blond haired man shot an arrow at Gunn. It was going straight at the heart and Angel knew he wasn't going to miss. He stuck out his hand and the arrow got stuck right in his palm. He winced in pain as he clutched it to his body. Gunn looked up and finally realized that they were surrounded. He quickly stepped in front of Cordy and Faith.
Angel slid the arrow from his hand, "Ow," he said shaking it. "You guys okay?"
"Yeah. Hey Angel, what's with the little set-up here?" Faith asked. She checked out the guys and liked what she saw, except for the hair; she had a problem with the hair. She then noticed Wesley and she quickly hid behind Gunn once again, unable to meet her former watcher's eyes.
"Just please tell me these aren't psycho killers obsessed with vampires." Cordy stated in her usual way.
"Cordy, please." Angel said holding up a hand to silence her. He was watching the one they called Aragorn, who was staring at him in return.
"No mortal man could have done that without falling to his knees in pain, nor could he lose so little blood as you did."
"Well, I'm no mortal man. But my friends here are all normal people. They can die as easily as you could."
"Can you ride?" Aragorn asked them.
"You mean horses? He's not serious, is he Angel?" Gunn asked jabbing a thumb in Aragorn's direction.
"Actually, I think they are. Very in fact." Wesley told him as he pushed forward. "Angel, Cordelia and I can ride. Our friends Gunn and Faith are less experienced." Wesley said, pointing to each of them as he said their names.
"Good, they can walk. We have four horses. Those who can ride, come with me. My name is Aragorn. Your two friends are to walk with Legolas and Gimli. They'll make sure that they are able to be trusted. The four with them will be Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin. Careful of the last two, they can be very mischievous at times." Then Aragorn, Angel, Wesley, and Cordy left Faith and Gunn behind and were led to four gorgeous horses. Aragorn mounted a large dark brown almost black horse. Cordy rode a palomino that looked like her horse before the IRS took him away. Wesley mounted a flea-bitten gray, but Angel was without a mount. Aragorn looked down at him, "The fourth horse will only come to those he trusts. Shadowfax is the King of all Horses. If he truly believes you are a good man, he will let you ride him, bareback of course. Just whistle and see if he will come. Otherwise, you must take to walking too."
Angel looked into the distance of the field they were now in. He couldn't see a horse anywhere, but he still whistled. He whistled long and loud, and then stopped. Nothing came, and the riders turned their horses to leave. Then a loud whinny pierced their ears. Angel spun around and saw a huge, beautiful gray stallion come galloping towards him. His hindquarters quivered with muscle and his long mane and tail billowed in the wind. He skidded to a halt right in front of Angel and snorted. Angel reached out a hand and rubbed his cheek and nose. Then he swung aboard. He grasped the horse's side tightly with his legs and then went to turn him, but then he realized that Shadowfax had no bridle. But as soon as he thought about turning, the horse did. Then Angel thought about walking, the horse walked. He communicated with the horse through his thoughts!
"You must be a great warrior and man. I've never seen Shadowfax take to anyone but my friend Gandalf before. Come we have a ways to go!" He spun his horse, whom he called Brego, and took off at a gallop, Wesley, Cordy and Angel all following quickly.