A/N: 'Kay, I know it been ages since I updated this story. I figured its about time. I hope this makes up for the delay.
DISTANT EVIL
Rogue_angel82
The blond haired slayer let her sword fall from her grasp, the bloody blade clanking to the ground. Taking the moment to regain her breath, Buffy gazed around the grassy battlefield. Bodies of men, horses, orcs and wargs littered the ground, red and black blood staining the grass. Dropping her eyes slightly Buffy had a silent moment for the people dead, people she hadn't known but had fought with anyway.
"You," the exclamation came from Buffy side, the petite slayer tilted her head in that direct. A Rohan soldier approached her, his eyes wide beneath his helmet as his mouth worked soundlessly. "You," he repeated pointing at her, "What are you doing here, shouldn't you have gone with the other women?! You could have been killed, your lucky you are not dead!"
Eyes narrowing at the soldier's comments, she bent silently to retrieve her blade. Approaching him slowly she handed him the sword, before smiling at him tightly. Without comment she walked past, moving off in search of a familiar face. She spotted Legolas standing at the edge of a rocky cliff, Gimli a few meters behind. Both standing still, silent, heads bowed. Buffy slowed her step sensing the solemn atmosphere. She glanced around in search of what was going on. Pausing by the Dwarf, she frowned slightly. Finally noticing her presence, Gimli turned to her in surprise.
'My lady?" He exclaimed, both statement and question. His gaze flickered across her appearance a knowing look flashing in his eyes.
"What going on?" Buffy questioned softly, glancing around before noticing something, "Where's Aragorn?" Buffy asked softly noticing the missing companion.
Gimli's mouth opened, closing he swallowed. Nodding towards the cliff. "He..." the statement hung mid-air, the dwarf seemed unable to finish. Buffy turned looking towards the cliff, not understanding. She watched Legolas stand at the edge of the cliff, gazing down into depths.
"Oh my..." She whispered understanding flooding over her, "Gimli...I'm...I'm so sorry," she didn't know what to say, there was nothing she could say. Buffy had lost friends herself, and knew the hollowing sadness that followed. A figure moved past by her, walking to stand on the rock ledge. She recognized him as Theoden, "We must continue on. Gather the wounded, leave the dead."
***
The sun flared around the figure, glinting of the edge of the sword posed inches away from Faith face. She sighed, attempting to lever herself up onto her shoulders, all the movement gained was to have the blade inched crosser to her face. The dark haired slayer arched a black eyebrow, trying to think of a course of action. Attacking right now didn't seem like the best opinion, considering she didn't know how many there were, so she put that idea in the 'maybe later' pile.
"Do not move!" the voice was sharp, from someone used to giving orders. Faith squinted up at the figure attempting to make out the face, to which the voice belonged. "We saw the Nazgul drop you, tell me what do they want with you?"
"I have no friggin' idea," Faith said simply, glaring up as she endeavored to look as imposing as she could lying flat on her back.. She took a breath through gritted teeth, her aggravation rising after all she had been through, and her inner slayer rallied at her current situation. All she could see of those surrounding her was that they were all men and seemed to be armed with bows and arrows.
"Oh come off it!" she moaned glowering up at the shadowy figure. "This whole situation is getting really old. First this weird guy in a white dress chains me to a chair, then I get picked up by this freaky winged thingy, then I had to fight off his cloaked figure that gave me series wiggums, and then I fall from the sky only to be held at sword point by Robin Hood and his bunch of merry men."
The man was unresponsive to Faiths tirade, as he continued to stare motionlessly. Finally he turned to his companions. "Bring her," he order, "We can't linger to much longer, it is to dangerous."
Faith first instinct was to fight the men off as they grabbed hold of her arms, but upon hearing the mention of danger she stilled her impulse. She knew little about this world, and the lot she didn't know could get her killed. These men, though seriously getting high on Faith's bash list, could very well be her only hope to find out what was going on. She didn't resist as they pulled her to her feet and bound her hands, or when they placed a blindfold over her eyes. She just prayed she wasn't playing right into the hands of the bad guys.
***
Buffy glared down at the horse she sat upon, wondering briefly if the flesh on the inside of her thighs would be rubbed raw. She tightened her arms around the person in front of her, and tried to shift herself into a more comfortable motion with the horse. The journey to Helm's Deep was morosely silent, so there no questions towards Buffy and her presence and -as some were no doubt thinking- survival on the battlefield.
Movement of the riders still for a moment, and the attention of the group refocused and Buffy looked up to see what at.
"Whoa," she muttered when she spotted the fortress nestled in a valley of a grand range of mountains. So that Helm's Deep, Buffy thought, nice little place to hide away, the slayers eyes scanned the area. Hope there another way out, she thought, wouldn't want to get trapped there.
TBC
A/N sorry it took so long. Review please.
DISTANT EVIL
Rogue_angel82
The blond haired slayer let her sword fall from her grasp, the bloody blade clanking to the ground. Taking the moment to regain her breath, Buffy gazed around the grassy battlefield. Bodies of men, horses, orcs and wargs littered the ground, red and black blood staining the grass. Dropping her eyes slightly Buffy had a silent moment for the people dead, people she hadn't known but had fought with anyway.
"You," the exclamation came from Buffy side, the petite slayer tilted her head in that direct. A Rohan soldier approached her, his eyes wide beneath his helmet as his mouth worked soundlessly. "You," he repeated pointing at her, "What are you doing here, shouldn't you have gone with the other women?! You could have been killed, your lucky you are not dead!"
Eyes narrowing at the soldier's comments, she bent silently to retrieve her blade. Approaching him slowly she handed him the sword, before smiling at him tightly. Without comment she walked past, moving off in search of a familiar face. She spotted Legolas standing at the edge of a rocky cliff, Gimli a few meters behind. Both standing still, silent, heads bowed. Buffy slowed her step sensing the solemn atmosphere. She glanced around in search of what was going on. Pausing by the Dwarf, she frowned slightly. Finally noticing her presence, Gimli turned to her in surprise.
'My lady?" He exclaimed, both statement and question. His gaze flickered across her appearance a knowing look flashing in his eyes.
"What going on?" Buffy questioned softly, glancing around before noticing something, "Where's Aragorn?" Buffy asked softly noticing the missing companion.
Gimli's mouth opened, closing he swallowed. Nodding towards the cliff. "He..." the statement hung mid-air, the dwarf seemed unable to finish. Buffy turned looking towards the cliff, not understanding. She watched Legolas stand at the edge of the cliff, gazing down into depths.
"Oh my..." She whispered understanding flooding over her, "Gimli...I'm...I'm so sorry," she didn't know what to say, there was nothing she could say. Buffy had lost friends herself, and knew the hollowing sadness that followed. A figure moved past by her, walking to stand on the rock ledge. She recognized him as Theoden, "We must continue on. Gather the wounded, leave the dead."
***
The sun flared around the figure, glinting of the edge of the sword posed inches away from Faith face. She sighed, attempting to lever herself up onto her shoulders, all the movement gained was to have the blade inched crosser to her face. The dark haired slayer arched a black eyebrow, trying to think of a course of action. Attacking right now didn't seem like the best opinion, considering she didn't know how many there were, so she put that idea in the 'maybe later' pile.
"Do not move!" the voice was sharp, from someone used to giving orders. Faith squinted up at the figure attempting to make out the face, to which the voice belonged. "We saw the Nazgul drop you, tell me what do they want with you?"
"I have no friggin' idea," Faith said simply, glaring up as she endeavored to look as imposing as she could lying flat on her back.. She took a breath through gritted teeth, her aggravation rising after all she had been through, and her inner slayer rallied at her current situation. All she could see of those surrounding her was that they were all men and seemed to be armed with bows and arrows.
"Oh come off it!" she moaned glowering up at the shadowy figure. "This whole situation is getting really old. First this weird guy in a white dress chains me to a chair, then I get picked up by this freaky winged thingy, then I had to fight off his cloaked figure that gave me series wiggums, and then I fall from the sky only to be held at sword point by Robin Hood and his bunch of merry men."
The man was unresponsive to Faiths tirade, as he continued to stare motionlessly. Finally he turned to his companions. "Bring her," he order, "We can't linger to much longer, it is to dangerous."
Faith first instinct was to fight the men off as they grabbed hold of her arms, but upon hearing the mention of danger she stilled her impulse. She knew little about this world, and the lot she didn't know could get her killed. These men, though seriously getting high on Faith's bash list, could very well be her only hope to find out what was going on. She didn't resist as they pulled her to her feet and bound her hands, or when they placed a blindfold over her eyes. She just prayed she wasn't playing right into the hands of the bad guys.
***
Buffy glared down at the horse she sat upon, wondering briefly if the flesh on the inside of her thighs would be rubbed raw. She tightened her arms around the person in front of her, and tried to shift herself into a more comfortable motion with the horse. The journey to Helm's Deep was morosely silent, so there no questions towards Buffy and her presence and -as some were no doubt thinking- survival on the battlefield.
Movement of the riders still for a moment, and the attention of the group refocused and Buffy looked up to see what at.
"Whoa," she muttered when she spotted the fortress nestled in a valley of a grand range of mountains. So that Helm's Deep, Buffy thought, nice little place to hide away, the slayers eyes scanned the area. Hope there another way out, she thought, wouldn't want to get trapped there.
TBC
A/N sorry it took so long. Review please.