Prompt for 19.12.11:

Fandom(s): Lord of Rings & optional second fandom

Quote: "Everybody wants to go back to nature –but not on foot." –Werner Mitsch

Answer:

Fandoms: Lord of the Rings (Gandalf), Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Buffy Summers)

Summary: She was going to arrange a very public execution to the person who was responsible for this mess; they ruined her Christmas!

Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Ring or Buffy the Vampire Slayer; I'm playing with other people's toys. I promise I put them back when I'm done.

A/N: This happens some time before Saruman's evilness was widely known, the woman was one of Rohirrims, and she set Buffy in the direction of Isengard.

There Would Be Consequences

Buffy yanked another leaf out of her hair with a deep scowl.

When she had mentioned in passing about a month ago that it could be nice to spend Christmas in some remote place, this certainly was not what she had in mind.

Back then, in her mind she had summoned a scene that was pictured in so many movies. She saw herself and her loved ones in some cute little cabin. It would be cold outside, and the ground would be covered by high snow drifts, but inside of the cabin would be warm and comfortable. It would have a roaring fire in the fireplace and some candles around illuminating it. They would enjoy the cozy atmosphere, have fun, exchange gifts wrapped in colorful papers…

But no. That didn't happen, and by the looks of it, wouldn't happen during this year. She was stuck in some strange dimension; a place called Middle Earth- or was it Centre Earth? She forgot what the woman she had called this place, it wasn't like she had had stayed for long and chatted about everything.

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Not long after being dumped in this world Buffy had saved a woman from what she assumed were this world's demons or at least the bad guys. They hadn't felt quite like demons to her radar, or to be precise, they hadn't felt like her world's demons. Nevertheless, they had tried to murder the woman and if she understood right, eat her, so she had been forced to do with the slayage.

Afterwards, when she had gotten the woman to calm down, she had inquired the woman if she knew anybody who could wield magic, all the while conscious of the fact that there was a possibility she would be called insane and/or be tossed in a dungeon.

The woman had agreed that there were people like that, and that they probably could help her, but warned that they were scattered around and a distance away. When Buffy had pressured her, she had shown what way one of the wizards resided. She wouldn't have wanted to let Buffy go, but Buffy hadn't left her much of a choice, telling she'd miss Christmas if she didn't get things rolling. Leaving the confused woman behind she'd left to find one of these wizards to send her home.

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As she made her way through the bushes and whatnots, it started to bug her she couldn't remember the name of this place. Something Earth, but what? She frowned.

After giving it a moment of thought, she shook her head, it didn't matter what this place was called. Either way, from what she'd seen, it was lacking some things that Buffy felt were essential to her wellbeing; central heating, showers and indoor plumbing for a start. Not to mention, didn't even have Christmas! And she was betting Hanukkah was completely unknown concept to these people as well.

If she found the person who was responsible for the gigantic mess of sending her here she would be arranging a very public execution.

That was once she found someone to send her home or Willow would be alerted and she could fetch Buffy home from this hell hole.

Never did she think she would some day actually miss the hellmouth. It's a wonder what being soaking wet and struggling one's way through a piece of vengeful landscape could do to one's perspective.

She smacked a creeping tree branch away with a dark look. "Try something and you'll be a pile of wood chips," she threatened the old looking tree. She was positive these trees weren't just some run the mill vegetation; several had tried to kill her in ways that couldn't be mistaken for anything else than attempts on her life. After she had gone through one of her threats, they had lay off a little and seemed to hesitate before trying to take on her.

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It was now even darker than it had been before, and that was saying something. There were probably caves that had better lighting that this forest did.

Suddenly there were some sounds around that stood out from the general sounds of the forest. It was a distinct sound of somebody walking and it came from her right.

Considering she was armed, she deemed there was no harm in revealing her position to that someone. Besides, it wasn't like they weren't aware of her as well. Sounds from of both of their walking were easy to distinguish.

"Who's there?" she surveyed the direction the sounds had come from.

"Hello," a person emitting soft light stepped away from the trees that had concealed him from her eyes. He was a tall, lean man with long white hair and beard, dressed in white robes. He had a long staff in his hand.

"Hi?" her answer to his greeting came out more like a question as she looked at him. He reminded her of Harry Potter movies' Dumbledore or Santa Claus, although in her imagination Santa was- well, built heavier than this man.

"I'm Gandalf the White," he introduced himself. "You're not one of this world," he stated with certainty after studying her.

"Nope, I'm not from around here. I'm Buffy Summers. There was a mess with portals and I got send in this dimension."

"A traveler from far away, then."

"Yes. At first I was resigned I'd have to wait till Willow- my friend who is a witch, grabs me, but then I found out there's wizards in this world, and that they might be able to help me."

"Whoever you talked with was right, we are capable of helping you."

"You're a wizard?" her eyebrows rose. What was the likelihood of that?

"Yes. You say your friend is capable of feats like reaching across dimensions like that?" he studied her face intently.

"Yup," Buffy confirmed.

"She's quite powerful then. Perhaps it's wiser to let her reach you. It iss somewhat easier to reach out for someone than it is to send someone somewhere. Especially if the place you are trying to send someone is unknown to the sender."

"That makes sense- I think," Buffy considered what the old man was trying to explain to her.

"Say, if she hasn't reached you in three days, I'll do my best to send you back to your world, Is that alright with you?"

"Sure," Buffy agreed. She wasn't thrilled about spending her holidays in this place, but what he proposed was reasonable.

"You'll have to travel with me to for that time. I have places to be," he informed her.

Buffy nodded, it wasn't like she thought he lived here in woods. For one, keeping his robes that white had to be a pain in the ass…

A/N: As you can see, the end's open, so it's quite possible I'll pick this up on a later date, but until then I'll let it be here.

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