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So Lost, Too Far From Home	By : MLPREBLE Category: BtVS Crossovers > Misc - General Views: 2122 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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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.


            He walked over by Frodo. The hobbit lay where he had fell. He then crouched down and
picked up something from the ground.
            Spike looked at at the small golden ring glimmering in the sunlight in the palm of his
hand.

* * * * * * *
            Spike awoke.
            It was still dark.
    0;�       Buffy was curled up beside him trustingly. His face was nearly buried in her hair. He
could smell her. Feel her all over. In hise. e. In his gut. She surrounded him.
            Spike untangled himself and stood up. He saw one of Dawn’s tomahawks sitting on top
of a pack off to one side. He picked it up and looked at it. Narrow blade one side. Sharpened
point on the other. A precision weapon, if you knew how to use it.
            He held Dawn’s tomahawk in his hand and looked down at where Buffy laid there
sleeping in front of him. Her blonde hair lay softly about her shoulders. Peaceful. Beautiful.
            Spike turned, dropping the tomahawk, and ran out of camp into the dark.


* * * * * * *
            The doe raised its head. It was a fine specimen. Two sharp, perfect antlers atop its head.
Lithe muscle beneath soft fur and skin. Its eyes passed over the space between the nearby trees.
            The was a shadow between the trees that hadn’t been there a few moments before.
            The doe started to move.
           &;            A Nazgûl lashed out at Strider with its sword. Strider ducked beneath it, pushing the
torch out before him and burning into its loose robes. It was standing between himself and the
one Dawn was fighting. He pushed the flailing creature back into Dawn’s. Now they both
burned. Dawn sliced viciously into it with one of her tomahawks before it ran away.
            Dawn and Strider shared a vicious look.
            The last wraith looked briefly between Buffy and Spike, standing on one side of it, and
Dawn and Strider on the other. Strider threw his torch. The Nazgul’s robes went up like a
roman candle.
   0;�        It ran over the edge and disappeared.


* * * * * * *
            Sam held a bleeding Frodo in his arms.
            “Spike, Strider,” Sam pled. “Help him.” There were tears in his eyes. “Please.”
            Strider crouched down and picked up the broken sword that lay by Frodo and looked
down at it is has hand.
            “He’s been stabbed by a Morgul blade.” The blade of the broken sword suddenly
dissolved right down to the hilt, the dust appeared to be caught by the wind and carried away.
Strider dropped the hilt that remained as if it made him feel dirty just touching it. “This is
beyond my skill to heal.”
            Dawn looked at Frodo sadly. The wound on her arm was still seeping blood but she
seemed careless of it.
            Spike looked down on Frodo. The small hobbit, laying there, wounded and consumed by
blinding pain. Helpless. The ring hanging on a chain from his neck and glimmering in the
moonlight.

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Author’s notes: Again, I used the transcripts at council-of-elrond.com to help me with this.

The song the hobbits sing is stolen from the Return of the King. Wrong movie, but hey.
Buffy’s song is “Fear” by Sarah MaLachlan. I know, with this and the title of the fic I’m on a
Sarah MaLachlan kick. So sue me. On second thought, don’t. BtVS & LotR don’t belong to me.
Sarah Malachlan doesn’t even belong to me. Please don’t sue.
I usually don’t like song fics, but this is LotR so I figured I can get away with it. It’s all about
how you construct it I guess. I might do it again here.
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