Disclaimer: I did not own Buffy, Angel or characters from the Silmarillion and the Lord of the Rings. The Angel Academy and Institute are my own creation.

NOTE 1: This is a short AU of my story, the New Watcher. It takes place after the battle with the First Evil and after the War of Wrath in the First Age of Middle-Earth.

NOTE 2: If you want to know about the Angel Academy and Institute, read chapters 1 and 2 of the New Watcher; and read chapter 4 of New Life to see how Dawn got her wands.

NOTE 3: When Angela or anyone from the Angel Institute are speaking to any of the Valar or Maia, they are speaking in the angelic language, except for the meeting that will be held with the slayers.

After breakfast the following morning, Angela walked through the Vanyar camp carrying gifts for Mr. Elrond. She had on black leather boots, pants, and her red leather jacket with a semi-modest tee.

"I told you there was more to her than I was seeing," Galadriel said to her husband mentally, as they watched the young mortal woman walk past.

"You are right as always," Celeborn replied, mentally.

"Now we know why she wasn't intimated by the Vanyar or the light in their eyes," Gil-galad said.

"When you're Eru Ilúvatar's Herald you wouldn't be," Galadriel stated.

Gil-galad, Celeborn and Galadriel heard some of the other elves criticizing the strange young mortal woman and the way she was dressed. One made a comment about her skin color and his five companions laughed.

Angela stopped dead in her tracks, turned on looked at the offending elves with a deadly look in her eyes.

"There's going to be trouble," Galadriel said, perceptive as ever.

Everyone watched as she approached Galadriel.

Elrond and Olorin were waiting for her outside his tent when they noticed the look in her eyes, and saw her stop, turn, and walk up to Galadriel. Olorin somehow knew all hell was about to break lose.

"Hello," Angela said, when she walked up to Galadriel with a bright smile. "My name is Angela Simone, would you please hold these for me?"

"Yes," Galadriel answered with her own smile, taking the packages.

They watched as she approached the elf with the smart mouth.

"I heard what you said, you bastard. Now say it to my face," she said, looking up at the tall Vanyar.

He repeated what he said, with a sardonic grin on his face - much to his regret. His companions also had smug and disapproving looks on their faces and looked at her with contempt.

Just then, her posse, the other half-Ainur appeared in their angelic spirit form, which blinded those in the vicinity, as the others turned away. Santana put an Ainur spell around the area. Then they appeared in their human forms and shoved the offending elf's five companions to the ground and held them in place. Though, they couldn't get out of their grips if they wanted to.

Some of the Vanyar tried to draw their swords or daggers, but to no avail. They were stuck in their sheaths.

"Lord Eonwe," one of his Vanyar guards said, when he entered his tent. "That strange mortal woman is causing trouble."

Eonwe was in a meeting with Ingwë and Finarfin when the guard entered. They got up from their chairs and walked out of the tent just in time to the half-Ainur appear as angelic spirits, and then appear in their human form.

"Angela, no!" Olorin said walking up to her.

Eonwe, Ingwë and Finarfin approached.

Before the offending elf could blink, Angela's left arm extended to the sorry elf's collar and shoved him to his knees. When her right fist came down, she broke both his jaws, nose and knocked out his front teeth, upper and lower.

Everyone heard the sickening sound of bones breaking and saw blood running down his face.

David said something in a language they couldn't understand and his five companions began to regurgitate slugs, and boils appeared on their faces.

After releasing the offending elf, Angela turned to the rest of the Vanyar and spat on the ground.

"Angela," Olorin said softly.

"Don't Angela me," she said, in a rage. "This son-of-a-bitch just call me a filthy name - first behind my back - then to my face. I just put him in his place."

Eonwe watched as she beat the Vanyar in the face and was appalled.

"Lord Eonwe, we can't let her get away with this," Ingwë said, sickened at the sight before him.

Everyone watched the five elves on their knees spit out slugs, and their horribly disfigured faces.

"Shall we have her arrested?" Finarfin said.

"Yes, Lord Eonwe, shall they arrest me?" She asked mockingly, with a deadly look in her eyes. "I don't see you admiring them now."

"She's half-Ainur, along with her companions and there are no walls that can hold them. She's also Eru Ilúvatar's Herald," Eonwe informed everyone.

"She's Eru Ilúvatar's Herald?" Ingwë asked, with a surprised look on his face, turning to look at Angela.

"Yes I am," she replied. "You should never judge a book by its cover. All of you have judged me since you first saw me."

Ingwë and Finarfin's faces turned red as a beet..

Olorin saw the surprised looks on the Vanyar's faces. At least they had the good sense to be embarrassed, he thought.

"I would suggest you get someone to take care of that horrible thing," Aaron said to Ingwë, pointing to the offending elf.

"Take him to the healers," Ingwë said.

Two elves walked up and lifted their brother off the ground and helped him to the healer's tent.

"What about them?" Finarfin asked, watching the other five elves with disgust, as they spat out slugs.

Everyone was sicken by the sight and Angela and her posse laughed.

David snapped his fingers and they stopped regurgitating slugs. "The boils should clear-up in a few hours, however, they will have slight scars on their faces for the rest of their lives."

"You only got what you deserved," Santana said to the five elves, with a wicked grin.

"I think we'll done here," Angela said to her posse.

They disappeared in a flash of bright angelic light which made the Vanyar cover their eyes, including Ingwë and Finarfin.

"Thank you," Angela said to Galadriel, with a wink, as she walked up to her and took the packages from her outstretched hands. "I'm late for my meeting with Mr. Elrond."

"You're welcome," she replied and returned the smile.

"I'll walk you to Lord Elrond's tent," Olorin said.

"Thank you," Angela said, as they departed. "Do you think they will remember me?"

"Yes they will," Olorin answered.

Everyone watched as they walked away.

"All of you go to the healers," Ingwë said to the five disfigured elves.

They picked themselves up off the ground and walked to the healer's tent.

"Lord Eonwe, we did not know she was an Ainur or Eru Ilúvatar's Herald," a Vanyar said.

"Nonetheless, all of you treated her disrespectfully," he replied, and turned and walked back to his tent, with Ingwë and Finarfin in tow.

There were murmurs among the elves.

"This has been an interesting morning," Galadriel said.

"Yes it has," Celeborn replied.

"Full of surprises," Gil-galad stated, still surprised at all that had transpired, but didn't show it.

xxx

"I'm sorry I'm late Mr. Elrond, I had something to take care of," Angela said, when she walked up to him.

"Right to way," he said, with a slight smile on his face.

Angela entered his tent, while Olorin stood guard.

She noticed how clean and neat his tent was and laughed. "My tent a mess."

He smiled and offered her a seat.

She sat in the chair across from him and handed him a small gift, wrapped in plain brown paper. "Open it," she said.

Elrond took the wrapping paper off and open the oblong box, and took the exquisite dagger out of its brown leather sheath. It was the same dagger Elros received the night before, but, the only difference was the stone in the hilt. He admired the color, which he'd never seen before, and upon inspection with his keen eyes, knew it was flawless. "Thank you," he said.

"That stone comes from my home and it's called an amethyst," she said. "As you know, Mr. Elros is now human and will die someday."

"Yes," he said in a low voice with sad eyes.

"When he does, you will know it; and when that happens, you are to open this gift," she said, handing him another oblong box wrapped in plain brown paper. "Only that dagger can cut through this paper. It will not do so until your brother is dead. You can try it if you wish."

Elrond tried to cut the paper with the dagger, to no avail. When he looked at her, he saw her smiling at him.

"This gift is to be opened after you settle in Valinor and not before," she said, handing him another plain brown wrapped gift, which was quite large.

"Thank you." "Only this dagger can cut through the paper?" Elrond asked with a slight smile.

"Yes, and like your brother's dagger, yours is also a ceremonial," she answered. "As I'm sure you're now aware, they're both the same; the only difference is the stone in the center of the hilt. You are twins after all."

He smiled at her.

"There is a reason for all things, Mr. Elrond. In the end, you will know why your brother chose the path he did," she told him. "It's also Eru Ilúvatar's Will."

He offered her tea and she accepted. They talked for another hour before she left his tent.

xxx

"No one knew she was Eru Ilúvatar's Herald," Ingwë said to Eonwe, still a little flustered, after they returned to his tent.

"Or an Ainur," Finarfin said.

"Does that make any difference?" he asked. "I've heard the mean comments your ellons said about her."

"They thought she was strange," Ingwë said, trying to justify their actions.

"How?" Eonwe asked.

"Her clothes are different and she also wears pants," Ingwë answered.

"Is that all?" he asked, looking at Ingwë.

Ingwë and Finarfin looked at each other.

"We've never seen anyone with her color before," Finarfin stated.

"The race of men come in different colors and races," Eonwe stated.

"We didn't know that," Ingwë said.

"I know," Eonwe replied. He didn't either until a few days ago. "Their clothes are not strange where they come from and all the females there wear pants."

They both looked ashamed.

Eonwe dismissed them and contacted Lord Namo and told him what transpired earlier.

xxx

When everyone arrived back at the tent, they informed Giles, Buffy, Faith and the rest of the slayers what happened earlier.

"Bastards," Rona said, with an angry look on her face.

"I wish I was there to kick some ass," Faith said with a smile.

"That's not right," Buffy said.

Dawn shook her head in agreement.

"The elves are ignorant in the ways of this world. They've lived in Aman all their lives," Giles told them, taking a sip of his tea.

"They need to get out more," Vi said.

"That still doesn't give them the right to look down on us and think they're better than us," Rona said, still angry.

"They're ignorant," Tess simply stated.

"People tend to fear what they don't know," Bobby stated.

xxx

The Vanyar healers were shocked when they saw the damage done to Bael's face and asked what happened.

The two elves that helped him to the healers tent told him.

"He insulted Eru Ilúvatar's Herald?" one of the healer's asked, with a surprised look on his face.

The Head Healer raised an elegant eyebrow.

"What about the others?" they asked, looking at the disfigured elves.

"Another Ainur did that and said the boils will disappear in a few hours, but, they will have scars for the rest of their lives," a Vanyar answered. "They smiled when Bael insulted the Herald."

"Does Lord Eonwe know about this?" the Head Healer asked.

"Yes he does," they answered in unison.