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This story is No. 2 in the series "Buffy's Gift". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Second in a Series. Sequel to Dance of Death--- The Valar save him from insane mortal girls and equally insane brothers.

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Lord of the Rings > Buffy-CenteredHananeELmokkademFR1389,52636425,98125 Oct 1117 Aug 12Yes

X Marks the Spot

I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Lord of the Rings.


Old Forest. November 6, 2996, Third Age.




"This is all your fault!" Elladan growled at Buffy.

"No it's not, this one was totally yours. I told you it was a stupid plan!"

"It was your plan!"

"That's how I knew it was stupid!"

"Ai, sweet Eru, what have I done to deserve this?" Elladan cried.

"Well, according to Elrohir, you've done plenty to deserve this."

Buffy shrugged casually when he glared. "Well you asked, I just answered."

"Shut up!"

Buffy grinned. "Nice, I see I'm starting to rub off on you."

Just when Elladan prepared to jump up and strangle her to death, Elrohir interrupted. "Now, now children, play nice. Buffy, I think you should apologize to Elladan," he said holding up his hand to silence her interruptions. "Yes, I know it was not your intention for this to happen," Elladan harrumphed doubtfully, starting to voice his opinion but stopped when his brothers glared, "Nevertheless it happened, and apologizing is the polite thing to do."

He turned to his brother. "And you should apologize to Buffy for yelling at her, because you know it was an accident," he finished, giving his brother a hard stare.

"Fine, I'll apologize," Buffy said cheerfully. "I apologize for shooting you in the ass, it was an accident, and in my defense I can only say, I told you to duck."

Elladan glared. "That is the reason I have an arrow embedded in my left butt-cheek, you insane woman. Because I did as you said and ducked!"

"Oh shut it, you big baby. It's not like it's in deep."

"You shot me in the ass, Buffy! For Eru's sake, what happened to 'don't worry about it, I have a natural affinity with weapons'? I told you using a bow and arrow without any practise was a bad idea!"

Buffy smirked evilly. "So is mocking my name and height."

Elladan gaped at her in shock. "I knew it! I knew you did it on purpose! You are insane! When I get this arrow out of my ass, I am going to stab you to death with it!" he screamed.

Elrohir grinned at his brother's threat and Buffy's 'just try it' look, before turning to his friend. "Buffy, go somewhere that isn't here, I am about to treat his wound and I doubt it is something you want to see, believe me, I wish I would not have to see it."

"Oh yeah, I really don't need to see that," she shuddered dramatically. Elladan's glare promised retribution to both of them, for making fun of him.

Buffy turned and left the camp, followed by Elladan's death threats. Her mouth was curved into a tiny smile. Elladan actually believed her when she hinted at shooting him on purpose. "That oughta show him not to mock me name, my mother gave me that name," she murmured softly. The last thing she heard before the distance was too large for even her Slayer hearing, was Elrohir asking his brother, "So tell me, do you still like her kind of madness?" followed by a litany of curses that would impress even Faith.

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