I am truly sorry at how long it has taken me to update, and you are welcome to yell at me for all your worth. But the chapters should be coming in faster now, but I promise nothing.
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tansy1354: Yes, Aragorn will be coming in. So will the Twins, I believe.
FireLizard Tamer: The battle is the one from the last episode from Angel, with a few differences. The Mariet is just something I made up. I really don't know if it will come in again, though it might.
Many have commented on the quotation marks. See, I have no idea how to write Elvish, so I used different marks around that which is in Elvish, but they didn't show up. I do believe I fixed that chapter already, so that's good.
Disclaimer: I am going to say that one more time, so take notice- Nothing here belongs to me except for those characters, beings, objects, and plot lines that I have made up. Everything else belongs to those who made them.
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Slowly, but surely, Buffy's senses came back to her. She could see light through her eyelids, hear leaves rustling and birds chirping, feel the ground under her, softened by what felt like a rough sleeping bag. She also smelled wood burning, food, and heard soft male voices speaking in a strange, but beautiful language. Buffy wasn't stupid, she knew that she wasn't where she was supposed to be. She took stock of her body, noting the soreness in her hand, shoulder, ribs, head, and over body pain. Sharp pains came from her arms and neck.
She thought back, what the hell happened to me. I was patrolling, went into an alley… it all came back to her, everything until that big bright light. And then she thought, three vampires, three male voices I hear. Her breathing quickened and Buffy felt a knot of panic form in her stomach. She was still weak; she couldn't deal with three vamps, especially if they have that thing, the Mariet, with them.
The voices quickly quieted and the knot became a full out panic that Buffy had never had to deal with before.
As quickly as she could, taking no notice to the pain quick movement brought to her body, Buffy moved. She tore out of the inclosing cloth she was sleeping in, grateful for the fact that they had not though to tie her down, and ran. Not looking at anything, worried only about dodging trees, bushes, and getting as far away as she could. A hidden root caught her foot and she stumbled. Failing to regain her balance, Buffy fell to the ground. The impact made her ribs and shoulder go up on fiery pain. She got up quickly; injured arm curled protectively around her injured ribs, and ran.
Voices sounded behind her, all around her, coming from trees. Branches grabbed at her, caught her clothes in their finger like branches. The way, which seemed so clear before, was now a confusing maze of trees, as if they were against her and wanted to slow her down.
A figure landed in front of her, glowing like a match in a dark room, and she turned quickly. Jumping over a fallen tree, she landed wrong and twisted her ankle. Buffy let out a grunt of pain, but wouldn't stop running. She's had worse injuries.
She looked down; watching where she stepped for a moment, but a moment was enough. She crashed into someone, taking him down with her. For a moment, she was trapped under a heavy body, blinded by white blond hair as soft as brushed silk. The next, she was straddling a male with surprised ice blue eyes and pointed ears.
His arms came up to hold her to him, but Buffy wasn't having it. She punched him, hard, and he grunted as blood erupted from his nose like Old Faithful.
She stood up and found too other of the pointed eared people surrounding her, arms held out.
The Slayer in her was livid at the fact that she had to fight, so Buffy stayed where she was, slowly backing up to put her back to a tree, her muscles tense, ready to fight if need be.
The male with the broken nose stood up and stood by his two brunet companions and Buffy noticed that they must be twins.
They tried to step closer, but she let the fury of being helpless and incapacitated fill her, the wrath of a Slayer, cornered and weaponless, ready to kill with her bear hands, flood her eyes.
They stopped moving and looked weary if not outright scared.
She stood there and waited, because there was nothing else she could do. Everything was dependant on the weight of her bluff, and she cursed that fact.
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Legolas stood still, feeling that the twins did the same.
The anger and pain in those green eyes made his heart skip a beat. They were the eyes of a killer, of a person that had gone through so much, there was nothing left in the body that they could speak to. Every instinct he had told him to run, to flee, because if he didn't, those eyes would be the last he would see. But Legolas didn't move. He searched those terrifying eyes and saw a spark of fear and curiosity. He saw that the woman favored her left legs, noticed her arm protecting her injured ribs and how she leaned against the tree for support.
He was aware that the anger in her eyes was nothing more than a shield, that she needed help. But he was also aware of the fact that he could be wrong, and a single movement taken wrong could mean the end of his life, his and the Twin's. It was a great risk, and the pain from his shattered nose could be causing damage to his mind, but he took it.
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Elrohir was all for running away from the demon woman, but he felt that a quick movement would trigger the woman to kill him, so he did not move. He thought of statues, thought of their stillness and tried to become one. But even Elves needed to breathe. He cursed the statues for there skill, then he cursed Legolas, because he could tell that he was going to do something extremely stupid, looking extremely stupid with a crooked nose and blood all over his face, hair, and clothes.
He watched as Legolas took a cautious step forward.
Elrohir swore that his heart stopped as the fury in the human woman's eyes blazed anew, but she did not move. She did not tear the Prince apart or slit his throat. He considered Legolas the luckiest being in the world at that moment, then begged the Valor to let him live to go home.
Please hear me, if I ever see Rivendel again, I'll give Glorifendel a kiss.
The thought made his wince, but he was completely serious.
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Legolas thought he had gone mad, but he made the first move, so he will finish his plan.
"We do not with to harm you, Lady. We only wish to help." He spoke in Elvish, desperate for his voice to sound calm and soothing. He almost cheered as the fury in the green eyes died down, replaced by strong curiosity and confusion. She cocked her head to the side, and to his surprise, only responded with, "Huh?"
Elladan was the one who spoke next. "Do you speak Elvish, Lady?"
She raised one eyebrow. "I can't understand what you're saying."
Elrohir caught on and said in Common, "We do not wish to harm you, we only want to help."
She stiffened as he said it, but the Elves could tell that she was considering taking the offered help or not. She looked at Legolas, taking in the broken nose she had given him, and asked, "Why help me?"
Elladan looked at Legolas, but only said, "Because you need help, Lady. And it is help that we are able to offer you."
She stayed quiet for a few more moments, studying them with a careful eye before her shoulders slumped and she let all her weight fall to the tree. She gave them a sheepish smile. "You don't happen to have some food on you, do you?"
Elrohir grinned and Elladan let out a sigh. She tried to stand to go to them, but her ankle went out on her and she fell to the ground. The Elves went to her to help her stand, but they slowed as fear and not a little bit of anger filled her eyes. It was Legolas that went to her, slowly, and he helped her to her feet when he saw that she would allow it. "Come, we will go back to the camp and we will look over your wounds."
She said nothing, but studied his face. "Sorry for breaking your nose." Elladan and Elrohir burst into fits of laughter that they tried to hide as coughing, but they did a poor job of it.
Legolas gave them a look before saying, "It is quite alright, Lady. It will heal."
Elladan went to her empty side as they made their way through the trees. "May I ask, what is your name?"
The Lady answered, "Buffy, Buffy Summers. What's yours?" Elrohir answered for him. "My name is Elrohir, my brother is Elladan, and the one you are holding on to is Legolas, though you may call us what you will Lady Buffy." She laughed at that and they Elves brighten at hearing it.
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Buffy silently studied her new escorts. They were tall, not one under 6 foot, and they…glowed. Which was weird enough, but then they all had long hair and their ears were pointed at the tips, making them look like something out of Andrew's fantasies. At the thought of Andrew, she started to panic.
They don't know what's happened; they don't know where I am. Hell, I don't know where I am or how I got here.
She put those thoughts away. Right know she had to make sure that these things that are helping her weren't going to eat her or something, though she doubted it. They didn't seem evil. Actually, they seemed good. They radiated kind of white power, that might be why their glowing in the first place. Thoughts like these raced through Buffy's head until she couldn't stand it. She turned to the blond one and asked, "Hey, what are you?"
The three males looked at her, probably shocked at her bluntness. She shrugged and waited for an answer.
"I am an elf, Lady, one of Mirkwood. My companions are Elves from Rivendel."
She nodded. "Great, Elves. But I need to ask, are Evil. Because if you are, tell me now."
The Elves looked at her again and she just stood there, waiting for her answer. It was Legolas who answered again. "No, Lady Buffy, we are not evil."
Then Elrohir asked, "Do you not know what Elves are?"
Buffy shook her head. "Nope. Where I'm from, we don't have Elves, or if we do, I've never heard of them. We have vampires and demons, but no Elves."
"And where are you from, Lady."
"Sunnydale, home of the Hellmouth. And call me Buffy, this 'Lady' thing is weird." They nodded.
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About half an hour later, they stepped into the camp. Legolas led Buffy to the sleeping bag she was in and helped her sit down. Elladan and Elrohir went to their packs and grabbed a few supplies before going to her. They stopped a few feet away and said, "We are not going to harm you, Buffy. We are healers and only wish to help."
Buffy looked at them for a moment before nodding.
Legolas went away as they started their healing. He went to go check on horses and to clean himself up. The sound of Buffy protesting floated through the trees and he smiled, thinking of the hard time she would be giving the twins.
He then saw the three piles of ashes that were all that was left of the beasts that had hurt her and his smile disappeared. Where was this Lady from? How did she get here? And how could he help her?
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