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Summary: Buffy and the Slayers travel to 3 different dimensions to close 3 portals. One portal is on Arda, after the War of Wrath, during the First Age.

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Lord of the Rings > General > Theme: First AgeALMFR151026,504014,06813 Jun 107 Jul 10Yes

Chapter 2

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.

Before everyone left earth, the slayers were told not to wear tees, unless it was under a jacket; and not to flirt with any of the men or elves. They were there to do a job and get out. They were also told that the elves were tall, beautiful and didn’t have one-night stands and only married their soul mates, and to stay away from them.

When Angela told them the men there didn’t brush their teeth, gargle and only had a bath once a week, if then, she noticed some of the slayers turning green.


Manwë kept Eonwe apprised of the demon threat and told him Eru Ilúvatar’s Herald had arrived.

Eonwe, in turn, kept Ingwë, Finarfin and Elros up-to-date.

“Eru Ilúvatar sent his Herald?” Finarfin asked surprised.

“Yes he did,” Eonwe answered.

“I would like to meet him,” Elros said.

Eonwe smiled at him. “I’m sure you will.”

“Why can’t we fight these demons?” Ingwë asked. “We have just defeated Morgoth and his host.”

“These demons have power and the army Eru Ilúvatar sent also has power,” Eonwe answered.

“We don’t have power,” Finarfin stated.

“No,” Eonwe answered.

“Are they from the Timeless Halls?” Elros asked.

“No they’re not?” Eonwe answered.

“Where are they from?” Finarfin asked.

“I don’t know,” Eonwe answered, wondering that himself.

Elros knew he was not to discuss Eru Ilúvatar’s Herald with any of the Edain, now or ever, or the army Eru sent to fight these demons.


Camp Freedom

When the refugees started arriving at Camp Freedom, most were on foot, looking tired and weary; carrying their merger possessions. Some rode horses so thin, they looked as if they were ready to keel over; while the more fortunate came in wagons. Some were former slaves of Morgoth’s pits, who wore filthy rags and were nothing but skin and bones. They had dark circles under their eyes and the thousand yard stare. No one could possibly know their torment and they looked broken and beaten.

Everyone was directed to the food tents when they arrived and the slaves of Morgoth were met by physicians from the Angel Institute who took them to a special tent. The women to one tent and the men to another. After their baths, they put on clean gowns and were directed to their cot; where their dinner was waiting on a try, beside their bed, on a small stand. All asked for seconds.

After the refugees had their dinner, they were directed to their tents. The families had there own tent and anyone that was single had to share with other single men or women. They went to bed after they had their baths.

The next day, Heman and his wife Lilith agreed to be liaison between the refugees and the Angel Institute. They were charged with getting everyone to the meal, medical and bath tents.

Lilith recruited other women to help cook the daily meals, wash clothes, etc.

Everyone commented on the strange clothes the kind people were wearing and the pants the women wore. They were grateful for the fresh water, tea, fruit, bread and cheese between meals. They also commented and stared at the people with dark skin, and the ones with different eyes. They had never seen that skin color before and their hair and facial features were also different. One dark skinned man had a bald head and some of the women had short hair.

One young boy walked up to Angela and rubbed her skin and she told him it didn’t rub off.


Angela put a silence and invisible spell around the area were the Angel Institute employees and the slayers were staying at the other end of the tent city. She didn’t want anyone to hear the music blaring in the evenings; and when anyone walked passed a certain point, no one could see or hear what was happening in that area.

The slayers did their daily workouts and patrolled during the evenings. Angela knew that wasn’t necessary, because of the protection spell the Valar had woven around the city. The next day, she received the parchments from one of Namo’s Maia and handed them to Giles.

Dawn worked in the children’s healing tent and they loved her. She was like the pied piper, they followed her everywhere.


“They’re lucky only 8 demons came through the portal,” Buffy said to Giles.

“I know,” he replied, taking a sip of his tea.

“Now I know why Angela told me to bring the scythe,” she said.

“The Chocka’ta demon,” he replied. “That’s the only thing that can kill it.”

Buffy nodded her head in the affirmative.

“Once we get the map, we’ll find out where they are; they could not have gone far,” Giles said.

“Faith, Rona and I have already picked the teams,” Buffy said.

Giles nodded his head.


Four days later, everyone watched as the Host of the Valar arrived at Camp Freedom with Eönwë, the Herald of Manwë, leading the way. His long black hair was tied in warrior braids and the armor, under his breathtaking velvet cloak, was magnificent.

The Vanyar elves, with their white banners, fine cloaks and the light of the Two Trees in their eyes, were also magnificent; along with the Noldor elves from Valinor. The men brought up the rear and had smiles on their faces, following their leader Elros.

The rest of the Edain gawked at the sight before them.

When Eonwe look right, he eyes immediately went to the strangely dressed, short young mortal woman with blonde hair, and saw the light of Eru Ilúvatar in her fëa and wondered who she was.

Ingwë looked around the encampment and only saw the Edain. Lord Eonwe told them that Eru Ilúvatar’s Herald was there, along with the army Eru sent. He didn’t see any grand tent and there weren’t any guards posted anywhere. As they continued riding, Ingwë did see a large tent that was much larger than Lord Eonwe’s behind a row of tents and assumed it was Eru’s Herald’s tent because of the white glow surrounding it and wondered why there were no guards posted at the entrance of the tent.

He didn’t know it was the food, meeting and relaxation tent for the slayers and Angel Institute employees.


Angela was walking to the women’s medical tent when she spotted an elaborate tent in the distance that was surrounded by a glowing white light and guarded by Vanyar elves and knew it was Eonwe’s tent. She also saw Elrond and Elros in a discussion a little further away. They chose which kindred they wanted to belong to, she thought.

When she boldly walked through the Vanyar camp a few hours later; everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at her. She heard murmurs among the elves and some had their mouths opened. Apparently they had never seen an attractive black woman with hair that came to her shoulders; wearing jeans; knee high steel toed, spiked black leather boots; short red leather jacket; pearl earrings, and a large cross around her neck.

“Do you have the map?” Elrond asked Elros.

“Yes I do. Someone is coming to pick it up,” he answered.

“Hello,” Angela said standing behind them.

Elrond and Elros turned and were startled to see her standing there, because they didn’t hear her approach.

Angela noticed the looks on their faces and felt their unease.

“I’m Angela Simone and I’m here to pick up the map,” she said to them with a bright smile. “Your names?”

After they regained their composure, they introduced themselves and Elros handed her the map.

“Mr. Elrond, there’s a patient in one of the medical tents that’s having a problem I can’t identify. I know you’re a healer, as am I; and I was wondering if you would take a look at her?” Angela asked.

“Yes I would,” he answered. “Let me get my kit.”

“Thank you,” she said, and watched as Elrond walked to his tent. “Mr. Elros, we’ve set-up a food tent for your men over there,” she said, pointing to a tent near the refugee camp. “The women of the camp are now preparing their dinner, which will be ready in two hours and there’s also ale. Tomorrow morning a tent will be set-up so they can have a bath; and there will be fresh water, tea, bread, fruit and cheese between meals. They will also be given new blankets.”

“Thank you,” he said. “That’s very kind of you.”

“It’s our pleasure,” she replied with a bright smile, and Elros felt a sense of warmth and returned the smile.

The Vanyar elves just stared at her and didn’t know what to make of her as she continued her animated discussion with Elros.

After Elrond returned, Elros and Angela said their good-byes and they walked to the Edain camp. While she and Elrond were walking to the tent, they passed David along the way and Angela handed him the map, which he took to Mr. Giles.

Galadriel studied the young mortal woman the entire time she was there. “There’s more to her than meets the eye,” Galadriel said to her husband, perspective as ever; watching the young mortal woman and Elrond walk across the field, and silently vowing to get to know who she was.

“How so?” he asked.

“It’s a feeling I have,” she answered.

Celeborn knew his wife’s intuition was always correct.

“She wasn’t intimidated by the Vanyar or the light in their eyes,” Gil-galad observed.

“No she wasn’t,” Galadriel replied and wanted to know why.


“Thank you for your help?” Angela said to Elrond, after he finished treating the young woman.

“You’re welcome,” he answered with a smile.

“Would you like to have a hot meal instead of lembas for dinner this evening?” she asked.

Elrond looked at the young woman and felt at ease with her. “Yes I would,” he answered.

“Right this way,” she said.


“The meeting will be held in this tent at 8:00 a.m. tomorrow morning and don’t be late,” Giles told everyone.

“We now have the map and we should know where the demons are hiding by tomorrow afternoon,” Buffy said.

“How long will this take?” Chao Ahn asked, in broken English.

“About a week,” Giles answered.

“It’s time to patrol,” Buffy said.
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