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Summary: Sauron is rising, and Middle-earth is helpless to stop him. can one of Gandalf's plans save Middle-earth? Will Buffy finally have happiness?

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Lord of the Rings > Buffy-Centered > Theme: FellowshipMarilwenFR1813,2520112,37610 Jun 0510 Jun 05No
Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Lord of the Rings do not belong to me, they belong to people who are far more talented than I. The only things that is mine is the plot. So, in short; Don't sue.

Okay, after posting the first chapter of my old fic, Long Way Home, I decided that I really didn't like where I had decided to go with it. So, after much planning, I finally came up with a plot that I liked. Please excuse me if I'm wrong, but for the life of me I cannot think of any other fic that has this plot, so hopefully I will succeed in being the first to write such a plot.

Now, the reason I am writing this little Author's Note, is to clear up a few things that I think may confuse people while reading this story, as well as to add my own adjustments to both the Buffy and LOTR storyline. Also, I will use some bits that are directly from the LOTR books, simply because I don't want to ruin any of Tolkien's best work by adding my own twist to it.

First, I am the author, and I can do what ever I want. I tend to kill people off, as well as to make them miserable, for now reason. Though you may hate me for it, I'd appreciate not getting flames due to something that I have chosen to do. I love hearing from those that read my work, and honestly do appreciate contructive critism.

This story will take place during season six of the Buffyverse, with a few slight changes. Dawn never existed. Honestly, I just can't stand her. Instead, Buffy herself was the key, and sacrificed herself to close what her own blood started. Everything else is still in place, Willow and co brought her back from Heaven, and all that good stuff. Secondly, Willow never started with her magic addiction, she continues to use magic only when it is needed. I know, normally this be a stupid thing to do, but I'll be starting off from the beginning of season six, and would like Buffy to be off to Middle Earth without having to worry about Willow. The final change in the Buffyverse, is that due to Buffy going to Middle Earth, the First will not be happening. Although the main part of this story will be in Middle Earth, I will be having some bits in the Buffyverse, and don't want to complicate thing further for myself.

There are also a few changes in LOTR, despite the fact that I sincerly do not want to change anything, 'cause let's face it. Tolkien is a genius. However, my story would not work if I kept things the same. But, it would be a shame to tell you all now, and ruin the suprises in the future. Questions are welcome, I'm more than happy to clarify things. I'm still deciding on the pairings, and input is more than welcome. If you'd like to see a certain character do something different, or make an appearance, please let em know, 'cause I'd probably be able to work them into the story without changing the plot.

Keep in mind that the first ten or so chapters of this fic won't be all that long, just because I like to make sure I'm following K.I.S.S- Keep It Simple Stupid. It's easy to get confused with the happenings of a fic, 'specially when the chapters are long and you're getting used to the writers style of writing., so I'm going to keep it short, without being boring. Admitedly, I'm not a big fan of this chapter. I don't like bringing characters into stories, because it's rather confusing, but I had to do it sooner or later. I am rushing it a little, but everything will go much slower in the later chapters.

Egads, enough of my ramblings! On with the show!

Eep, one more thing: I'm looking for a new beta, as my previous one no longer has internet access..

The Bronze, Sunnydale California

Smoke rose up, music came from nowhere, and a demon named Sweet was very happy. Sitting in a comfortable blue chair on the stage of the Bronze, his eyes glimmered as he watched the Slayer dance wildly. It had been several hundred years since he had seem such an emotional preformance, but that was how it worked. The more you kept hidden, and the darker the secrets, the more energetic and entertaing your demise would be. He hadn't dreamed that he would ever watch a Slayer dance until she burned, and yet here she was. Jeans such a dark blue that they looked black, and a crimson red top, she looked the part of a dancer, much more so than the man in the suit, who had earlier burst into flame. Thick grey smoke was pouring out from beneath her stylish, yet affordable boots told Sweet that it was only a matter of minutes until she was nothing more than a pile of ashes.

Buffy Summers had lost her voice from pouring her heart into a song, and had begun to dance. She felt dizzy, and out of breath, but she did not want to stop. Dancing and singing made her feel nothing, she concentrated too hard on preforming to care about the world around her. She had been only vaugly aware that her friends had entered, and even now didn't register a blonde vampire entering the Bronze

The blonde Slayerbegan spinning haphazardly in circles, her face no longer visible beneath her long blonde hair. This was it. The leathery facedred demon leaned forward and place his head on his hands, anxiously waiting for flames to appear beneath her boots.

Spike strode towards Buffy, determined to stop her frenzied dancing. He glared at the demon who watched his slayer with a deep interest. He paused as he reached out to grab her, postive that he had heard a voice chanting. Spike was oddly comforted by the sound, and allowed his hands to fall back to his sides as he stepped away from the dancing Slayer.

And just as Sweet saw the smallest hint of flame, and she was gone. All that was left to show that Buffy Summers had indeed been wildly dancing in the Bronze, was the grey smoke that floated silently into the rafters.


Rivendale, Middle Earth -Several hours before

Well known for appearing in the oddest places at the oddest times, Gandalf the Grey hurridly made his way into the House of Elrond. The Wizard had been gone for several months, to where no one knew, and doing what, only one knew.

At that very moment Elrond of Rivendale was standing on a balcony, his hands on the marble railing, he could feel the approach of the old wizard, and could only hope that he brought with him good news. The Lord of Rivendale had spent a trying night, doing his best to keep the young hobbit, Frodo, alive. Late in the night Elrond had at last removed a sliver of the blade that had wounded Frodo, and in doing so removed Frodo from the danger of dieing. The hobbit now lay asleep, recovering from the grave injury, and no doubt from the journey to The Last Homely House as well.

Dismounting from a grey mare he had bought along the way, Gandalf stepped wearily onto the step of the House of Elrond. Tightly clutched in his hands were pieces of yellowed parchment, written on them was perhaps the answer to this most disturbing problem. Taking a careful glance around, the old Wizard's gaze fell on the Elf who was making his way toward him. Face grim and eyes troubled, Gandalf was quite sure that Elrond looked much older than the last time the two had met.

"Mae govannen" Gandalf said wearily, bowing to Elrond, slightly.

Elrond replied, his voice thick with worry. Even his daughter, Arwen, could do little to cheer him up in such dark times. He could feel a terrible power rising, and to feel such a terrible power made one very weary. "I should hope that you have good news to tell us, Gandalf the Grey. However, pleasent or dark, your findings must wait until the council, which has been gathering for several days now. From what Arwen tells me, everyone has been as anxious as I have been to hear of your return. Welcome back , old friend." He offered a solemn smile to the old wizard.

"I assure you, my findings should be most pleasent to all who shall join us in council." Gandalf began walking with the Elf, and they made they're way to where the council would be held. None disturbed their talk, save for Arwen, who asked if she should spread word that the council be held now. Elrond nodded his reply, and the Evenstar hurried away.

The Wizard and the Elf spoke of the current happenings. Strider and Glorfindel had arrived two days before, bringing with them four hobbits. One of which carried the One Ring. Gandalf was most relieved to hear that they had arrived, and that the injuries which had ailed Master Frodo had been healed, save for the after effects. Both Elrond and Gandalf agreed that the young Hobbit would no longer bear the burden of carrying the Ring, not now that Gandalf may have found the solution to their problems. Elrond attempted to get some information out of the Istari, but Gandalf had simply shook his head and smiled.

The light of the clear autumn morning was now glowing in the valley. The noise of bubbling waters came up from the foaming river-bed. Birds were singing and a wholesomee peace lay on the land.

Elrond was there, and several others were seated in silence about him. Glorfindel and Gloin; and in a coner alone Strider was sitting, clad in his travel-worn clothes. Elrond drew the now entering Frodo to a seat by his side adn presented him to the company, saying:

"Here my friends, is the hobbit, Frodo son of Drogo. Few have ever come hither through great peril or on an errand more urgant.'

He then pointed out and named those whom Frodo had not met before. There was a younger dwarf at Gloin's side: his son Gimli. Beside Glorfindel there were several other counsellors of Elrond's household of whom Erestor was chief; and with him was Galdor, an Elf from the Grey Havens who had come on an errand from the Cirdan the Shipwright. There was also a strange Eld clad in green and brown, Legolas, a messenger from his father, Thranduil, the King of the Elves of Nothern Mirkwood. And seated a little apart was a tall man with a fair and noble face, dark-haired and grey-eyed, proud and stern of glance.

He was cloaked and booted as if for a journey on horseback; and indeed his garments were rich, and his cloak was lined with fur. they were stained with long travel. He had a collar of silver in which a single white stone was set; his locks were shorn about his shoulders. On a baldric he wore a great horn tipped with silver that was now laid upon his needs.

"Here," said Elrond, turning to Gandalf "is Boromir, a man from the south. He arrived in the grey morning and seeks for councel. I have bidden him to be present, for here his questions will be answered."

Now all that was spoken and debated in the Council need now be told. Much was said of the events in the world outside, especially in the South, and in the wide lands east of the mountains.

All listened while Elrond in his clear voice spoke of Sauron and the Rings of Power, and their forging in the Second Age of the world of long ago. A part of his tale was known to some there, but the full tale to noce, and many eyes were turned to Elrond in fear and wonder as he told of the Elven-smiths of Eregion and their friendship with Moria, and their eagerness for knowledge, by which Sauron ensanred them. For in that time he as not yet evil to behold, and they recieved his aid and grew mighty in craft, whereas he learned all their secrets, and betrayed them, and forged secretly in the Mountain of Fire the One Ring to be their master. But Celebrimbor was aware of him, and hid the Three which he had made; and there was war, and the land was laid waste, and the gate of Moria shut.

Then, through all the years that followed he traced the Ring; but sincer that history is elsewhere reecounted, even as Elrond himself set it down in his books of lore, it is not here recalled. For it is a long tale, full of deeds great and terrible, and briefly though Elrond spoke, the sun rode up the sky and the morning was passing ere he ceased.

Of Numenor he spoke, its glory and its fall, and the retun of the Kings to Menn to Middle-earth out of the deeps of the Seas, bourne upon the wings of sotrm. Then Elendil the Tall and his ighty sons, Isildur and Anarion, became great lords; in the North-realm they made in Arnor, and the South-realm they in Gondor above the mouths of Anduin. But Sauron of Morder assailed them, and they made the Last Alliance of Elves and Men, and the hosts of Gil-galad and Elendil mustered in Arnor.

Elrond spoke of the last combat on the slopes of Orodruin, where Gil-galad died, and Elendil fell, and Narsil broke beneath him; but Sauron himself was overthrown, and Isildur cut the ring from his hands with the hilt-shard of his father's sword and took it for his own.

For awhile all was silent while the members of the Council thought about what Elond had spoken. It was then that Gandalf broke the silence.

"Bring out the Ring, Frodo!" said Gandalf solemnly. "The time has come."

There was, is possible, more silence then previously as all turned their eyes on Frodo. He was shaken by a sudden shame and fear; and he felt a great reluctance to reaveal the Ring, and a loathing of its touch. He wished he was far away. The Ring gleamed and flickered as he hld it up before them in his trembling hand.

At this, Boromir spoke of taking the ring for Gondor, and a fight broke out amoung the members of the Council. The bickering continued on, until Gandalf in his deep and boaming voice shouted for order. "I believe I have found the answer. We know the ring needs to be destroyed, but known if us wish to do so. In my travellings, I have searched hard for the answer, it was only a few weeks ago when I found it. A came across a dwelling filled with lore and mystical items. Amoung these things was a spell. A spell to bring forth a champion from the Unknown. A champion that would not be corrupted. A champion that would be strong, in body and in mind. Reading further into the spell I read a part of a prophesy that I had long ago forgotten.

The champion shall come forth, and the shadow will retreat. Only four have the power to bring the champion forth, and only one of the three shall have the power to help the champion.

The prophesy hinted who was needed to bring the champion forth, and I deduced who the four needed would be. Elrond, you were mentioned first. This spell shall need your wisdom. Legolas, prophesy mentioned you next. Your sight will be needed to spot the champion, for she shall be shrouded in darkness. Next, I was mentioned, I will lend the powers of my staff to this spell. And fourth, Aragorn, son of Arathorn, you are needed. You have seen much in your years, and you shall guide Legolas to find this champion." He know turned his attention to the others at the council. "I must ask everyone else not to disturb us while premorming the spell, no matter can be so urgant so as not to be able to be told later. If the spell casters could be so kind as to meet me in the forest in an hours time. Do not worry, your heart will know exactly where to find me."

With that, Gandalf strode from the room to prepare the spell. He had the supplies needed with him, now it was a matter of finding the right spot to preform the spell. After exiting the home of Elrond, the wizard strode purposfully into the forest, and knew at once where to preform the spell. He could vaugly recall preforming a spell in the same spot years previous. It took him only a short time to find the spot, and he then began setting up the few things that needed to be set up.


An hour later Elrond, Aragorn, and Legolas entered a small clearing in the forest. Inside the clearing was a circle made with a white power, with four candles in the middle. Gandalf was sitting off to the side with his eyes closed. "Ah, you're all hear. Good. Stand on the outside of the circle with a candle in your hand." He spoke with his eyes closed. After a moment more, the wizard stood up and opened his eyes. I travelled over to the circle and took his place with a candle in his hand. "Now, I will explain to you exactly how this will work. I was open up a portal, only you three will be able to see inside the portal. I'll get it as close as I can to the champion..." He trailed off slightly, not needing to explain that part any more. "All you will be able to see is shadows, but if you combine you strengths you will be able to decipher which shadow the champion is. Now, let us begin."

As Gandalf began to chant, all four candles were lit, by what it was uncertain, but they were lit none the less. The white powder swirled around them, and into the middle of the circle, forming a large oval shape. A green portal appeared, and Elrond, Legolas, and Aragorn leaned over to see inside. All they could see was a grey room with several black figures moving about. Elrond and Aragorn closed their eyes to concentrate on the images, and Legolas looked at each shape closely. Aragorn and Elrond concentrated on a champion, and it wasn't long before they figured out which one of the black blobs it was.

"Legolas, look for the one with a heavy heart." Aragorn said, hoping that the wood Elf would be able to spot the champion.

Legolas was confused by his direction, but he looked for "the one with the heavy heart' anyway. And soon he was able to spot the champion. The champion was moving wildly about. "Gandalf! I see the champion! It's the one moving widly about!"

Gandalf brought his staff forward, and touched the blob moving wildly about. The portal closed, and a loud cracking could be heard throughout the wood. Elrond and Aragorn opened their eyes and looked about. There, behind Gandalf lay a woman, her feet smoking.

The End?

You have reached the end of "Weathered" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 10 Jun 05.

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