Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fan Fiction / Lord Of The Rings Fan Fiction / Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ The Road Less Traveled ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )
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By: EmruasCat 
Xander should have stayed asleep.
Non Anime: Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fan Fiction / Lord Of The Rings Fan Fiction / Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Comedy / Romance / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 04.06.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 422 | Status: Work In Progress
Xander should have stayed asleep.
Non Anime: Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fan Fiction / Lord Of The Rings Fan Fiction / Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Comedy / Romance / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 04.06.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 422 | Status: Work In Progress
Author's blah-blah:
This story is a multi-crossover between Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Harry Potter, and Tolkien's Lord of the Rings. If you are one of five people on the planet that have not watched and/or read any of the above three, you will be confused, and I bid you go out and find all of these works of incredible brilliance. Find them, I say!
I have drastically altered the events of Tolkien's Return of the King to suit my own creative purposes, as well as bits and pieces of elvish history, so this story is Alternate Universe in every sense of the word. The parts of the Harry Potter story included here, by the way, do not include the end from Order of the Phoenix, or almost all of plot of Half-Blood Prince, and Deathly Hallows. I started writing this fic before the seventh book came out, and I MISS SIRI!!! As far as BTVS is concerned, ehhh...Xander's bisexual, so that would make the Buffy part AU as well. Other than that, everything up until and including Sunnydale going nuclear happened.
Disclaimer: I do not own the elves, Arda, or Harry Potter and company; they belong to the great JRR Tolkien and JK Rowling, respectively. I WISH I had the gift for writing that these two authors have. I also do not own Buffy The Vampire Slayer; the credit for that piece of brilliance goes to Joss and co.
Warnings: SEX - in all shapes and sizes. This story includes slash pairings of the male and female variety, so scram, kiddies! This story ain't for you. This story also includes discussion of physical and sexual abuse, as well as abundant foul language. I will be more specific as the chapters progress.
Chapter 3
Xander stared at the being who stood on his doorstep, and thought that perhaps he shouldn't have gotten out of bed after all.
"Are you just going to stare at me?" the being inquired with some curiosity.
Xander blinked, rubbed his eye, stared again. Nope, the weird being with pointy ears and glowy purple eyes and power rolling off him like water was still there. "What did you say you wanted?" He hadn't been listening the first time, too absorbed with staring at the Vulcan ears.
"I am Orome of Middle Earth, and I need to speak to Alexander Harris, Wesley Windham-Price, Dawn Summers, Daniel Osbourne, and one is who called simply Faith."
Xander sighed. Definitely shouldn't have gotten out of bed. He held the door open, and waited. The being raised an eyebrow at him, and stepped across the threshold, the power that rippled across his skin making Xander shudder.
"Well?" the visitor - Orome - asked.
"Well, you're not a vampire," Xander observed, "And you're not evil, or the wards on the door would have gone off. Wait a minute. Wes!" he shouted down the foyer.
A groggy, not-quite-awake Watcher stumbled into the doorway that led to the living room of the Slayer safe house. "Xander?" he mumbled.
Xander pointed at his visitor. "Is he a spirit-god-hunter-person-thingy from elf-land?"
Wesley blinked. Blinked again. After the third blink, the words - and the image in front of his eyes - sank in, and he made a choking sound.
Xander sighed again, and snapped his fingers in front of Wesley's face. "Wakey-wakey, Watcher-man."
"He is Valar, Xander!" The words exploded from Wesley. "For the love of all you hold dear, show him some bloody respect!"
"You mean Tolkien was, like..."
"He was a friend to me," Orome said quietly. "Quite a brilliant mortal, though he made the later history of the elves far more depressing than it actually was. I suspect the true story of Elrond and Elros was rather offensive to his people at the time, though. His history, such as it was, concerning MY people, was accurate, since he got it from me."
Xander stared some more, then turned to Wesley. "This is gonna give me a headache, isn't it?"
"I suspect so," Wesley said weakly, unable to take his eyes from the Valar. "You truly knew Tolkien personally?" Now a greedy gleam was showing in the eyes of the man who would always be an obsessive researcher at heart.
Xander rolled his eye. "Orome of the Valar, meet Wesley Windham-Price. I'm Xander Harris. Wes, keep him busy while I get the others he wanted to speak to?" The Watcher needed no further prompting to begin spewing question after question at the Valar, who answered them with a somewhat amused look.
Xander wandered toward the kitchen of the house, where Dawn was sitting at the table cradling a cup of coffee in her hands. Xander nudged her shoulder with his hip. "Gots a visitor that wants to talk to you. He's in the living room letting Wes babble at him."
"Kay," she murmured, and walked out of the kitchen with her coffee still in hand. Xander listened, and grinned when he heard the excited squeal of "Seriously?!"
He picked his cell phone up off the counter, and hit a number on speed dial.
It was answered on the third ring. "Yo."
"I need you here," Xander said simply.
"There in ten," was the easy answer, and the line went dead. Xander grinned again. Talking with Oz was always like that - short and sweet.
His grin faded as he looked toward the stairs that led to the bedrooms. The last person he needed to retrieve would not be nearly so easy.
***
Five snarled obscenities, four shredded pillows, three smashed alarm clocks, two instances of ducking thrown daggers, and one black eye later Xander had managed to get Faith out of bed, pacified with much coffee and promises of new and shiny and very pointy weapons, and downstairs with the others that had gathered. While Xander had endured the deadly danger of Waking Faith Up Early, Oz had arrived and was listening to Wes and Dawn babble with an amused look.
Xander retrieved an ice pack and held it to his eye as he sat down next to Dawn. "Okay, you've got all of us in one place. Better talk fast, this won't last long," he said to the Valar.
"Very well," Orome said briskly. "I've come here to offer a chance to the five of you to visit Arda."
Silence.
Finally, Wesley spoke up, voicing the question all of them were thinking: "Why?"
"I'm not sure," Orome admitted. "My sister was the one who asked to me extend the invitation to all of you."
Xander's eye narrowed suspiciously. "And her name would be...?"
"Vaire, the Valar of fate - not controlling it, mind," Orome added hastily. "But of SEEING."
Xander gave Wesley an evil look. "What did I say?" he demanded. "I knew I shouldn't have got out of bed today," he mumbled.
Faith's expression had hardened. "Don't need no problems with spirits of destiny," she rasped harshly. "Got enough problems wit' Destiny here, hunter." Everyone present heard the capitols, and understood.
"No, no, we've no trouble in our world right now," Orome explained, seeing what the others were thinking. "Our Champions have defeated the Great Evil of Arda. I believe Vaire sent me to you because she thinks our Champions need...companionship."
There was more silence. Then Xander spoke: "So...she's playing matchmaker."
"Not exactly..." Orome hedged, then sighed under the knowing stares of the five people in front of him. "Well, perhaps, but she cannot force any of you, and it is not a one-way trip. She wishes me to open a doorway between this world and ours so that you can come and go as you please."
"And where would these doorways lead?" Dawn asked, leaning forward slightly.
"The one here would lead directly to Imladris - that's-"
"Rivendell," Dawn finished. "And the one in Arda?"
"Would lead back to wherever you wish me to establish a point of contact."
Oz spoke up for the first time. "Not in the house."
"He's right, the presence of an interdimensional portal would play havoc on the wards surrounding this property," Wesley muttered.
Orome perked up. "But you will let me establish one elsewhere?"
The five natives of that Earth looked at one another.
"We should call Giles," said Dawn.
"It's just a doorway...'less other things can come through," Faith said suddenly, turning a narrow-eyed gaze at the Valar.
Orome shook his head. "Only those that YOU give your direct permission to would be able to use the portal in Arda."
Xander had been thinking ever since the matchmaker issue had been brought up, and now he spoke his thoughts: "I don't mind, personally." He was growing tired of fending off the advances of teenage Slayers-In-Training who didn't always know how to take no for an answer.
Oz shrugged.
Dawn tilted her head. "I still say we call Giles, but it sounds okay to me, as long as we can come and go as we like."
Wesley frowned. "What about time difference?" Past experiences - Connor - still stung.
"An hour in our world is the equivalent of an hour here. You will not lose any more time than you would here," Orome assured the Watcher.
Faith leaned her head on the shoulder of Xander that was not currently occupied by Dawn. "Got bad guys to kill?"
Orome smiled grimly at the Slayer. "Orcs still run our world. We have hunters, but they would welcome your presence once they understand your capabilities." At her raised eyebrow, he explained, "I can feel your power, and Vaire told me the story of the Slayers."
Faith smiled, an expression that was more a baring of teeth than a pleasant show. "Works for me."
This story is a multi-crossover between Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Harry Potter, and Tolkien's Lord of the Rings. If you are one of five people on the planet that have not watched and/or read any of the above three, you will be confused, and I bid you go out and find all of these works of incredible brilliance. Find them, I say!
I have drastically altered the events of Tolkien's Return of the King to suit my own creative purposes, as well as bits and pieces of elvish history, so this story is Alternate Universe in every sense of the word. The parts of the Harry Potter story included here, by the way, do not include the end from Order of the Phoenix, or almost all of plot of Half-Blood Prince, and Deathly Hallows. I started writing this fic before the seventh book came out, and I MISS SIRI!!! As far as BTVS is concerned, ehhh...Xander's bisexual, so that would make the Buffy part AU as well. Other than that, everything up until and including Sunnydale going nuclear happened.
Disclaimer: I do not own the elves, Arda, or Harry Potter and company; they belong to the great JRR Tolkien and JK Rowling, respectively. I WISH I had the gift for writing that these two authors have. I also do not own Buffy The Vampire Slayer; the credit for that piece of brilliance goes to Joss and co.
Warnings: SEX - in all shapes and sizes. This story includes slash pairings of the male and female variety, so scram, kiddies! This story ain't for you. This story also includes discussion of physical and sexual abuse, as well as abundant foul language. I will be more specific as the chapters progress.
Chapter 3
Xander stared at the being who stood on his doorstep, and thought that perhaps he shouldn't have gotten out of bed after all.
"Are you just going to stare at me?" the being inquired with some curiosity.
Xander blinked, rubbed his eye, stared again. Nope, the weird being with pointy ears and glowy purple eyes and power rolling off him like water was still there. "What did you say you wanted?" He hadn't been listening the first time, too absorbed with staring at the Vulcan ears.
"I am Orome of Middle Earth, and I need to speak to Alexander Harris, Wesley Windham-Price, Dawn Summers, Daniel Osbourne, and one is who called simply Faith."
Xander sighed. Definitely shouldn't have gotten out of bed. He held the door open, and waited. The being raised an eyebrow at him, and stepped across the threshold, the power that rippled across his skin making Xander shudder.
"Well?" the visitor - Orome - asked.
"Well, you're not a vampire," Xander observed, "And you're not evil, or the wards on the door would have gone off. Wait a minute. Wes!" he shouted down the foyer.
A groggy, not-quite-awake Watcher stumbled into the doorway that led to the living room of the Slayer safe house. "Xander?" he mumbled.
Xander pointed at his visitor. "Is he a spirit-god-hunter-person-thingy from elf-land?"
Wesley blinked. Blinked again. After the third blink, the words - and the image in front of his eyes - sank in, and he made a choking sound.
Xander sighed again, and snapped his fingers in front of Wesley's face. "Wakey-wakey, Watcher-man."
"He is Valar, Xander!" The words exploded from Wesley. "For the love of all you hold dear, show him some bloody respect!"
"You mean Tolkien was, like..."
"He was a friend to me," Orome said quietly. "Quite a brilliant mortal, though he made the later history of the elves far more depressing than it actually was. I suspect the true story of Elrond and Elros was rather offensive to his people at the time, though. His history, such as it was, concerning MY people, was accurate, since he got it from me."
Xander stared some more, then turned to Wesley. "This is gonna give me a headache, isn't it?"
"I suspect so," Wesley said weakly, unable to take his eyes from the Valar. "You truly knew Tolkien personally?" Now a greedy gleam was showing in the eyes of the man who would always be an obsessive researcher at heart.
Xander rolled his eye. "Orome of the Valar, meet Wesley Windham-Price. I'm Xander Harris. Wes, keep him busy while I get the others he wanted to speak to?" The Watcher needed no further prompting to begin spewing question after question at the Valar, who answered them with a somewhat amused look.
Xander wandered toward the kitchen of the house, where Dawn was sitting at the table cradling a cup of coffee in her hands. Xander nudged her shoulder with his hip. "Gots a visitor that wants to talk to you. He's in the living room letting Wes babble at him."
"Kay," she murmured, and walked out of the kitchen with her coffee still in hand. Xander listened, and grinned when he heard the excited squeal of "Seriously?!"
He picked his cell phone up off the counter, and hit a number on speed dial.
It was answered on the third ring. "Yo."
"I need you here," Xander said simply.
"There in ten," was the easy answer, and the line went dead. Xander grinned again. Talking with Oz was always like that - short and sweet.
His grin faded as he looked toward the stairs that led to the bedrooms. The last person he needed to retrieve would not be nearly so easy.
***
Five snarled obscenities, four shredded pillows, three smashed alarm clocks, two instances of ducking thrown daggers, and one black eye later Xander had managed to get Faith out of bed, pacified with much coffee and promises of new and shiny and very pointy weapons, and downstairs with the others that had gathered. While Xander had endured the deadly danger of Waking Faith Up Early, Oz had arrived and was listening to Wes and Dawn babble with an amused look.
Xander retrieved an ice pack and held it to his eye as he sat down next to Dawn. "Okay, you've got all of us in one place. Better talk fast, this won't last long," he said to the Valar.
"Very well," Orome said briskly. "I've come here to offer a chance to the five of you to visit Arda."
Silence.
Finally, Wesley spoke up, voicing the question all of them were thinking: "Why?"
"I'm not sure," Orome admitted. "My sister was the one who asked to me extend the invitation to all of you."
Xander's eye narrowed suspiciously. "And her name would be...?"
"Vaire, the Valar of fate - not controlling it, mind," Orome added hastily. "But of SEEING."
Xander gave Wesley an evil look. "What did I say?" he demanded. "I knew I shouldn't have got out of bed today," he mumbled.
Faith's expression had hardened. "Don't need no problems with spirits of destiny," she rasped harshly. "Got enough problems wit' Destiny here, hunter." Everyone present heard the capitols, and understood.
"No, no, we've no trouble in our world right now," Orome explained, seeing what the others were thinking. "Our Champions have defeated the Great Evil of Arda. I believe Vaire sent me to you because she thinks our Champions need...companionship."
There was more silence. Then Xander spoke: "So...she's playing matchmaker."
"Not exactly..." Orome hedged, then sighed under the knowing stares of the five people in front of him. "Well, perhaps, but she cannot force any of you, and it is not a one-way trip. She wishes me to open a doorway between this world and ours so that you can come and go as you please."
"And where would these doorways lead?" Dawn asked, leaning forward slightly.
"The one here would lead directly to Imladris - that's-"
"Rivendell," Dawn finished. "And the one in Arda?"
"Would lead back to wherever you wish me to establish a point of contact."
Oz spoke up for the first time. "Not in the house."
"He's right, the presence of an interdimensional portal would play havoc on the wards surrounding this property," Wesley muttered.
Orome perked up. "But you will let me establish one elsewhere?"
The five natives of that Earth looked at one another.
"We should call Giles," said Dawn.
"It's just a doorway...'less other things can come through," Faith said suddenly, turning a narrow-eyed gaze at the Valar.
Orome shook his head. "Only those that YOU give your direct permission to would be able to use the portal in Arda."
Xander had been thinking ever since the matchmaker issue had been brought up, and now he spoke his thoughts: "I don't mind, personally." He was growing tired of fending off the advances of teenage Slayers-In-Training who didn't always know how to take no for an answer.
Oz shrugged.
Dawn tilted her head. "I still say we call Giles, but it sounds okay to me, as long as we can come and go as we like."
Wesley frowned. "What about time difference?" Past experiences - Connor - still stung.
"An hour in our world is the equivalent of an hour here. You will not lose any more time than you would here," Orome assured the Watcher.
Faith leaned her head on the shoulder of Xander that was not currently occupied by Dawn. "Got bad guys to kill?"
Orome smiled grimly at the Slayer. "Orcs still run our world. We have hunters, but they would welcome your presence once they understand your capabilities." At her raised eyebrow, he explained, "I can feel your power, and Vaire told me the story of the Slayers."
Faith smiled, an expression that was more a baring of teeth than a pleasant show. "Works for me."