Post by Admin on May 5, 2022 14:24:31 GMT
Author: Arien Elensar
Summary: What strange world he’d found himself in
Rating: K+
Characters: Legolas
Warnings: Buffy crossover
When Legolas regained his footing at the sudden impact, he found himself not in the cave he’d wandered into for some shade, but a large library of some sort. The light from the windows indicated it was sometime in the afternoon.
There were rows of shelves lined with books and the table at its center littered with some strange objects. Crosses, bottles of clear liquid and more books.
Then in through the sleek looking doors to his left raced a foul faced creature with fangs and eyes as dark as any orcs.
And behind it, a golden-haired woman came dashing in meaning to follow him. She appeared entirely human.
Legolas prepared for a fight. Stance at the ready.
“Got you now,” the woman cried out.
And to Legolas’s astonishment, the two sparred with fists and kicks. She was fiercely strong. Not unlike the earliest of men.
The woman, as if noticing him for the first time, glanced at Legolas in confusion and surprise. Then her expression changed to questioning as she opened her mouth to speak. But before she could do so, the fanged creature took a swipe at her and landed a blow to her chin, knocking her back.
Clearly this creature meant to do her harm. And he didn’t appear to be the most pleasant of beings.
Rising again, the woman seemed to have made up her mind. “Quick, hand me that stake!” she called out.
Legolas, not wanting to see this seemingly valiant woman harmed and questioning now his own safety, did as she asked. Identifying the sharp object she required, and tossing it in her direction.
After containing the creature with which she fought, the woman drove the wooden stake into what Legolas presumed was its heart. And the creature, simply vanished, leaving behind only a pile of dust.
“The vampire, I’ve only ever heard of them. They served Morgoth,” Legolas said, more to himself. Wondering at what strange world he’d found himself in.
“Morgoth?” the woman questioned, “well you’re definitely not from around here.” She still had her hands up in a fighting stance, and was eyeing him with suspicion.
“Lady, I mean you no harm,” Legolas said, putting up his hands. “I simply sought some shade in my land and seem to have wandered into some manner of gateway that led me here.”
She relaxed her posture a bit at that but kept the wooden stake in her hands.
“Gateway, huh? Well, you don’t look human for that matter,” she replied. “You’re pretty, too pretty. What are you?”
“I am an elf, Legolas son of Thranduil,” he replied.
At his earnest tone, the woman lowered the stake she’d kept raised and looked him over once more.
“Definitely not the Christmasy kind. Different dimension is right. I think even Xander would get a kick out of you with those looks,” the woman responded with a laugh.
“Thanks for your help back there,” she continued, dropping the wooden stake back on the table. “I’m Buffy, by the way. Buffy daughter of Joyce Summers,” she said with a smile.
And he smiled back. Then his face grew uncertain. “What is the year, Buffy?” Legolas asked.
“1999” she responded.
At his shocked expression, she seemed to soften a bit. “And how old are you exactly?”
“2,931,” he replied.
“Wow, pretty and old. Are you sure someone didn’t send you here? Because you sound just like my type,” Buffy said jokingly, but her eyes had grown wary once again.
“I assure I was not sent here,” Legolas assuaged
Accepting his answer, she continued again. “Anyways, the others should be here soon. Let’s see if we can get you back to where you came from.”
“That’d be most appreciated,” Legolas responded, gratefully. Then more gently, “you’re hurt.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll be fine soon enough. I’m a slayer.” Buffy replied.
At his blank expression, “sworn to fight off the forces of darkness?” she elaborated.
“They still plague you then?” Legolas lamented. “We just fought a War of our own.” His expression grew sad. “We wished to put to rest such darkness,” he gestured towards the now pile of dust. “But it seems times have not changed much.”
“The darkness may always be here, but so will we,” Buffy responded. “And hey, it’s not so bad, we have internet and telephones.”
“Telephone?” Legolas repeated slowly.
“Yeah, let me show you. I’ve got to check on the others anyway,” she said.
At that, Buffy ushered him over to a device attached to the wall. It had a piece she lifted to hold to her ear and a long thick string that attached it to the wall. She pushed a series of small colored tiles on the contraption to illicit a faint ring from the device.
“Hello, Giles? Yeah, I’m ok, I got him. Listen, we’ve got an unexpected guest with us,” she glanced over her shoulder at Legolas. “He says he’s really old and talks like you.”
After exchanging a few more words, she replaced the attached piece she’d held to her ear back on to the other half and turned back to Legolas, who was staring, stunned. She’d just communicated with someone as if by magic.
“They said their bringing sushi,” she said with a happy smile.
Summary: What strange world he’d found himself in
Rating: K+
Characters: Legolas
Warnings: Buffy crossover
When Legolas regained his footing at the sudden impact, he found himself not in the cave he’d wandered into for some shade, but a large library of some sort. The light from the windows indicated it was sometime in the afternoon.
There were rows of shelves lined with books and the table at its center littered with some strange objects. Crosses, bottles of clear liquid and more books.
Then in through the sleek looking doors to his left raced a foul faced creature with fangs and eyes as dark as any orcs.
And behind it, a golden-haired woman came dashing in meaning to follow him. She appeared entirely human.
Legolas prepared for a fight. Stance at the ready.
“Got you now,” the woman cried out.
And to Legolas’s astonishment, the two sparred with fists and kicks. She was fiercely strong. Not unlike the earliest of men.
The woman, as if noticing him for the first time, glanced at Legolas in confusion and surprise. Then her expression changed to questioning as she opened her mouth to speak. But before she could do so, the fanged creature took a swipe at her and landed a blow to her chin, knocking her back.
Clearly this creature meant to do her harm. And he didn’t appear to be the most pleasant of beings.
Rising again, the woman seemed to have made up her mind. “Quick, hand me that stake!” she called out.
Legolas, not wanting to see this seemingly valiant woman harmed and questioning now his own safety, did as she asked. Identifying the sharp object she required, and tossing it in her direction.
After containing the creature with which she fought, the woman drove the wooden stake into what Legolas presumed was its heart. And the creature, simply vanished, leaving behind only a pile of dust.
“The vampire, I’ve only ever heard of them. They served Morgoth,” Legolas said, more to himself. Wondering at what strange world he’d found himself in.
“Morgoth?” the woman questioned, “well you’re definitely not from around here.” She still had her hands up in a fighting stance, and was eyeing him with suspicion.
“Lady, I mean you no harm,” Legolas said, putting up his hands. “I simply sought some shade in my land and seem to have wandered into some manner of gateway that led me here.”
She relaxed her posture a bit at that but kept the wooden stake in her hands.
“Gateway, huh? Well, you don’t look human for that matter,” she replied. “You’re pretty, too pretty. What are you?”
“I am an elf, Legolas son of Thranduil,” he replied.
At his earnest tone, the woman lowered the stake she’d kept raised and looked him over once more.
“Definitely not the Christmasy kind. Different dimension is right. I think even Xander would get a kick out of you with those looks,” the woman responded with a laugh.
“Thanks for your help back there,” she continued, dropping the wooden stake back on the table. “I’m Buffy, by the way. Buffy daughter of Joyce Summers,” she said with a smile.
And he smiled back. Then his face grew uncertain. “What is the year, Buffy?” Legolas asked.
“1999” she responded.
At his shocked expression, she seemed to soften a bit. “And how old are you exactly?”
“2,931,” he replied.
“Wow, pretty and old. Are you sure someone didn’t send you here? Because you sound just like my type,” Buffy said jokingly, but her eyes had grown wary once again.
“I assure I was not sent here,” Legolas assuaged
Accepting his answer, she continued again. “Anyways, the others should be here soon. Let’s see if we can get you back to where you came from.”
“That’d be most appreciated,” Legolas responded, gratefully. Then more gently, “you’re hurt.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll be fine soon enough. I’m a slayer.” Buffy replied.
At his blank expression, “sworn to fight off the forces of darkness?” she elaborated.
“They still plague you then?” Legolas lamented. “We just fought a War of our own.” His expression grew sad. “We wished to put to rest such darkness,” he gestured towards the now pile of dust. “But it seems times have not changed much.”
“The darkness may always be here, but so will we,” Buffy responded. “And hey, it’s not so bad, we have internet and telephones.”
“Telephone?” Legolas repeated slowly.
“Yeah, let me show you. I’ve got to check on the others anyway,” she said.
At that, Buffy ushered him over to a device attached to the wall. It had a piece she lifted to hold to her ear and a long thick string that attached it to the wall. She pushed a series of small colored tiles on the contraption to illicit a faint ring from the device.
“Hello, Giles? Yeah, I’m ok, I got him. Listen, we’ve got an unexpected guest with us,” she glanced over her shoulder at Legolas. “He says he’s really old and talks like you.”
After exchanging a few more words, she replaced the attached piece she’d held to her ear back on to the other half and turned back to Legolas, who was staring, stunned. She’d just communicated with someone as if by magic.
“They said their bringing sushi,” she said with a happy smile.