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So Lost, Too Far From Home	By : MLPREBLE Category: BtVS Crossovers > BtVS/Lord of the Rings Views: 2984 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Four
“How We Define Us”

            Spike and Buffy awoke in each-other’s arms.
            Still in his arms, Buffy turned around so she could look at him. Spike’s platinum hair
seemed bright in the early morning sunlight angling into the stable. Their faces were only inches
apart. Their eyes met, looking deep into each-other. Buffy smiled at him softly.
            Inhaled briefly as she lowered her mouth to his. She could smell him in the air around. A
familiar smell, smoke and leather and something else that was so clearly him intermixed with the
smells of the stable.
            Their first kiss in over a year started softly. Their lips simply came together with gentle
pressure. Growing familiar with each other again. Tasting.
            The kiss only deepened. Arms coming around each-other, drawing each-other close.
Mouths open. Tongues teasing and beginning to explore.
            “If you guys are gonna do that can I not have to watch?!”
            “Go away, Dawn.”
            “I’m just saying . . .”
            an>&an>“Dawn!”
            Dawn raised her hands and turned away. “Okay! Jeez.”
            Giggling and still wrapped in his arms, Buffy buried her face in the vampire’s shoulder.
They simply laid there for a little while in each-other’s arms.

* * * * * * *
            “Where are you taking us?”
            “Into the wild,” Strider answered simply. They were already deep in the forest. The
entire company’s eyes watched as the dark haired Ranger moved up the forested slope with an
ease bred of familiarity.
            Sam frowned at the scruffy looking man. Quietly, he asked, “How do we know this
Strider is a friend of Gandalf?”
            “We don’t,” Spike answered.
            Frodo was quietly thoughtful, “I think a servant of the Enemy would look fairer and feel
fouler.”
            Spike suddenly laughed and shook his head. &0;No0;Now there’s a healthy qualification.”
            Merry wrinkled his nose, “He's foul enough!”
            Buffy sighed. “I agree. Letting Strider be a guide for us isn’t the greatest plan. It’s a lack
of options.”
            Frodo exhaled a breath. “We have no choice but to trust him.
            Sam, in a quiet voice, “But where is he leading us?”
            Strider could obviously hear them. “To Rivendell, Master Gamgee.” Strider’s voice
came from further up the slope. “To the House of Elrond.”
            Sam smiled and looked at Frodo. “Did you hear that? Rivendell! We’re going to see the
Elves!”
            Dawn was suddenly smiling, “Elves?!”

* * * * * * *
            Dawn looked on a little perplexed as Merry and Pippin stopped and suddenly unslung
their packs. Pippin purposely began to remove food and cookware.
            Strider paused and looked back at them. “Gentlemen, we do not stop ‘til nightfall.”
            Pippin frowned. “What about breakfast?”
            “We’ve already had it.”
            “We've had one, yes,” Pippin pointed out. “What about second breakfast?”
            Strider walked away, past a bush at the top of a small hillock and out of sight..
            Merry shouldered his pack again. “Don't think he knows about second breakfast, Pip.”
            Pippin was alarmed. “What about elevenses?” he asked quickly. “Luncheon?
Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper? He knows about them doesn’t he?”
            “I wouldn't count on it.”
            From over the bushes where Strider had disappeared came an apple. Merry caught it as it
almost dropped into his hands. Merry handed the apple to Pippin and gave him a friendly pat on
the shoulder as he followed Strider. Another apple followed, this one hitting Pippin in the head.
            Dawn snickered.
            Pippin threw an accusing look at the young girl. “I’m glad you’re enjoying this.”
            Dawn gifted the hobbit with a slight smile. “Enjoying isn’t exactly the word. Even my
blisters have blisters. Trust me, if I’d have known I was going to end up here I would have worn
more comfortable shoes . . . boots even. And you might have actually considered wearing
shoes . . .”
            Pippin looked down at his two bare feet and the small tufts of soft brown hair on top of
them. His toes wiggled. He then looked back up at her. “Hobbits don’t wear shoes.”
            Dawn chuckled. “Where’s the fun in that?”
            Merry called back at them impatiently. “Dawn! Pippin!”
            “Alright,” Dawn shifted her pack on her shoulders slightly. “Jeez . . . Who died and
made you Drill Sargent?”

* * * * * * *
            The happy voices of the hobbits rose into the air as they hiked. Most of the songs they
sang were about food, or the comfort of the quiet life. They sang about gardening, or the lazy
languor of an afternoon spent laying in the sun. Anything really. They seemed happy in spite of
everything, a fact which brought about smiles from Buffy and Dawn. The two sisters even
caught a faint smilom Som Spike once or twice.
            The four voices of the hobbits rose to a pleasant clamor.
Oh, you can search far and wide,

you can drink the whole town dry,

but you'll never find a beer so brown

as the one we drink in our home town!

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