Title: Accidents Happen
Summary: or oops I did it again...
Disclaimer: err... no, not mine. ask their bosses.
The sun shone brightly in the sky, warming her face as she made her way through the garden. Long golden hair blew gently with the breeze, caressing her cheek in a silky touch. One delicate hand picked up the hem of her long blue dress as the beautiful maiden climbed the stairs. Reaching the top she didn’t bother to knock before entering.
There were two men in the chamber, bent over a map apparently discussing some travel plans. She didn’t disturb them, she could wait. Curious eyes gazed around the room. It was a work of art, just like everything else in the city. On a stone pedestal off to the side a ring sat, golden band of utmost perfection. She felt drawn, her hand reaching out almost by itself to pick it up and hold it between thumb and forefinger. Hazel orbs shone with glee. Such a beautiful piece of jewelry.
Through the open archways the wind blew softly, bringing with it the scent of trees in bloom. It tickled her nose and before she could stop it she sneezed loud enough to startle the birds outside.
And as her fingers tightened uncontrollably around the ring, it shattered into a dozen tiny pieces. She froze, gulping as two sets of incredulous eyes settled on her.
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean it, I swear. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” she started, wringing her hands nervously.
Lord Elrond dropped heavily into the seat behind him, only he missed completely and landed hard on his butt. He didn’t seem to notice, though, instead sat there gaping at her.
“Look, just point me to some orcs and I’ll kill them for you. I..”
But she stopped because both the Elf Lord and the Wizard chose that moment to start laughing. At first it sounded like wheezing, like they didn’t have enough air. Then it turned into loud barks of laughter and what was supposed to be words in between. They were impossible to understand, though. Tears coursed down their cheeks, falling onto the floor unnoticed as they held their hurting ribs.
The door banged open and there stood Aragorn, heir to the throne of Gondor, together with his beloved Arwen and his trusted friend Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood. The Elven Lady watched her father worriedly as he rolled onto the floor, every now and then letting out an undignified squeal as he drew breath. In the middle of the room Buffy stood, a distressed expression on her face.
“My bad.” she announced feebly.
Gandalf, leaning heavily on his staff, snorted amid his laughter upon hearing her statement and very ungracefully fell on his face.