A/N: My last one was so short I thought I might update sooner.
DISTANT EVIL
Rogue-angel82
Aragorn inspected the girls injures, with Gimli hovering just over his shoulder. His axe held ready, as if the girl would jump up and attack him any second. That wasn't about to happen though, the girl was out cold and wasn't about to wake up any time soon. But the Dwarf's suspicions was understandable, Aragorn himself had seen enough to know not to trust everthing he saw and heard. It was all bit too much, a simple girl, no woman, wondering fangorn forest alone carring a ring-wraiths sword, only to go toe to toe with a mad dwarf and almost walk away the winner. Something wasn't right.
"Is something the matter?" A soft voice asked, as a gentle hand came to rest on his shoulder. Aragorn turned his head, glancing up at the owner of the voice. Gandalf stood behind him, dressed all in white and very much alive. A fact that still amazed him. Aragorn proceeded to tell the wizard his thoughts, Gandalf was quiet a moment, his eyes twinkling thoughtfully.
"You say, she did not speak common?" Gandalf asked turning his direction to Gimli.
The dwarf shook his head, "Not a word."
"Hmmmm," Gandalf muttered thinking for a moment. "Let me try something. You might want to stand back. And be ready just in case...for anything."
Gimli and Aragorn moved to stand by Legolas a few feet away. Gently Gandalf lay a hand on the girls brow. A moment or so passed, and suddenly the girl gasped her eyes flying open locking with Gandalf's. She cried out, in pain or fear Aragorn couldn't tell, then all was silent.
The girl groaned, raising a hand to her head. Gandalf stood, stepping back giving the girl room.
***
Buffy felt like she'd been hit by a truck only to have it reverse over her again. She opened her eyes slowly not wishing to tempt the fury of a worse headache. She was releaved to find that the pain faded rather than intensified. Images slowly came into focus before her. She found a kindly looking elderly man standing before her, a coursus look in his eye.
"Greetings," The old man said, nodding his white head. "May I ask who you are?"
'My name is Buffy," She told him, frowning slightly, "Who are you?"
"Forgive me, my name is Gandalf," He said, "Might I ask why you fought with our dwarf companion Gimli?"
"He attacked me!" Buffy explained, "I was telling him that I didn't want to fight!"
"Ahhhh I see," Gandalf nodded, "He was under the impression that you were a servent of Saruman."
"WHO?" Buffy asked frowning.
Gandalf gave a half smile before turning to glance at the Dwarf 'Gimli'. It was amazing how sheepish that grizzly face could look as he glanced away. "I believe there is some explaining to do on both parts."
TBC....
DISTANT EVIL
Rogue-angel82
Aragorn inspected the girls injures, with Gimli hovering just over his shoulder. His axe held ready, as if the girl would jump up and attack him any second. That wasn't about to happen though, the girl was out cold and wasn't about to wake up any time soon. But the Dwarf's suspicions was understandable, Aragorn himself had seen enough to know not to trust everthing he saw and heard. It was all bit too much, a simple girl, no woman, wondering fangorn forest alone carring a ring-wraiths sword, only to go toe to toe with a mad dwarf and almost walk away the winner. Something wasn't right.
"Is something the matter?" A soft voice asked, as a gentle hand came to rest on his shoulder. Aragorn turned his head, glancing up at the owner of the voice. Gandalf stood behind him, dressed all in white and very much alive. A fact that still amazed him. Aragorn proceeded to tell the wizard his thoughts, Gandalf was quiet a moment, his eyes twinkling thoughtfully.
"You say, she did not speak common?" Gandalf asked turning his direction to Gimli.
The dwarf shook his head, "Not a word."
"Hmmmm," Gandalf muttered thinking for a moment. "Let me try something. You might want to stand back. And be ready just in case...for anything."
Gimli and Aragorn moved to stand by Legolas a few feet away. Gently Gandalf lay a hand on the girls brow. A moment or so passed, and suddenly the girl gasped her eyes flying open locking with Gandalf's. She cried out, in pain or fear Aragorn couldn't tell, then all was silent.
The girl groaned, raising a hand to her head. Gandalf stood, stepping back giving the girl room.
***
Buffy felt like she'd been hit by a truck only to have it reverse over her again. She opened her eyes slowly not wishing to tempt the fury of a worse headache. She was releaved to find that the pain faded rather than intensified. Images slowly came into focus before her. She found a kindly looking elderly man standing before her, a coursus look in his eye.
"Greetings," The old man said, nodding his white head. "May I ask who you are?"
'My name is Buffy," She told him, frowning slightly, "Who are you?"
"Forgive me, my name is Gandalf," He said, "Might I ask why you fought with our dwarf companion Gimli?"
"He attacked me!" Buffy explained, "I was telling him that I didn't want to fight!"
"Ahhhh I see," Gandalf nodded, "He was under the impression that you were a servent of Saruman."
"WHO?" Buffy asked frowning.
Gandalf gave a half smile before turning to glance at the Dwarf 'Gimli'. It was amazing how sheepish that grizzly face could look as he glanced away. "I believe there is some explaining to do on both parts."
TBC....