Well, well… Doesn’t this look like a film setting for one of those Indian melodramas on cable? Very ‘the hills are alive with the sound of music’ and all that”, the Slayer said, as they got to their feet, taking in their new surroundings and the incredibly gorgeous eye-candy keeping them on the defensive with their nocked longbows.
She whistled under her breath at a dumbfounded Willow, “Look at those twins… Mucho sexy.”
Angel gave her an inscrutable look.
“Will, where in God’s name are we?” Xander whispered, his gaze darting from one hostile figure to the next, who had the Scooby gang embattled.
One halcyon moment ago, he had been thoroughly trashing- well, okay… Buffy, Angel and Giles had been trashing, and he and Willow had been heading for the hills screaming bloody murder- a former cheerleading squad in the graveyard. Now they seemed to have dropped in the middle of a gathering of a dozen or so rather effeminate men. Okay, they weren’t effeminate, but they sure were very pretty.
“Umm… I don’t know. I think my spell backfired”, Willow squeaked.
“No… Really? I couldn’t tell”, Giles sighed, removing his glasses and absently polishing them.
Getting into a fighting stance back to back with Angel, Buffy quipped, “Oh the horrors! Giles has a sense of humour. Everyone take cover.”
The Watcher heaved another sigh. “Could you all be—”
“Hey, Dead Boy? These pale poofs, friends of yours?” Xander elbowed Angel.
Who narrowed his gaze at him and was about to scathingly retort, when Giles hushed them.
“Would it be too much to ask for you to be QUIET for a modicum of time? Hmm? I’m trying to hear what they’re saying to each other…”
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Elladan murmured to Elrohir, “What sorcery is this?”
His twin brother frowned, “I have not the faintest notion. They are undoubtedly not from hereabouts. But at least they are speaking the Common Tongue. Or rather massacring it.”
“Ai Elbereth! Look at their strange attire… Especially that fair-haired maiden who seems to be their leader. She's wearing a man's apparel!” gasped Elladan.
“Do you think she is… perhaps a scarlet woman?”
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Angel, whose superior vampire hearing enabled him to effectively eavesdrop on the two lead archers’ conversation, suddenly chuckled.
“What?” Buffy immediately asked.
He grinned.
“They think you’re a hooker.”
Her eyes widened dramatically.
“They WHAT??!”
“They haven’t seen Cordelia. Now she’s a hussy”, Xander nodded wisely. At that moment, he noted their pointed ears. “What are they anyway? Vulcans or something?”
“I think they’re… Elves”, Willow finally said.
Giles nodded, pushing his glasses back on, “I believe she is quite right. Observe. They have an unearthly beauty and a faint phosphoresce emanates from them.”
Buffy’s brows knitted together. “Um, Angel? In English?”
Angel promptly supplied, “They glow.”
“Ah. But… Elves? Aren’t they supposed to be, gee, I don’t know… smaller?” Buffy frowned, cocking her head to the side as she gave her nemesis- who were even taller than Angel- the once-over.
“What have you been reading? Enid Blyton?” Angel laughed softly, chucking her affectionately under the chin.
Buffy grinned sheepishly.
Xander threw his hands into the air. “Terrific! First, hazardous undead cheerleaders- pom-poms, blonde hair and all. Now ELVES?! What next? Dementors?”
She whistled under her breath at a dumbfounded Willow, “Look at those twins… Mucho sexy.”
Angel gave her an inscrutable look.
“Will, where in God’s name are we?” Xander whispered, his gaze darting from one hostile figure to the next, who had the Scooby gang embattled.
One halcyon moment ago, he had been thoroughly trashing- well, okay… Buffy, Angel and Giles had been trashing, and he and Willow had been heading for the hills screaming bloody murder- a former cheerleading squad in the graveyard. Now they seemed to have dropped in the middle of a gathering of a dozen or so rather effeminate men. Okay, they weren’t effeminate, but they sure were very pretty.
“Umm… I don’t know. I think my spell backfired”, Willow squeaked.
“No… Really? I couldn’t tell”, Giles sighed, removing his glasses and absently polishing them.
Getting into a fighting stance back to back with Angel, Buffy quipped, “Oh the horrors! Giles has a sense of humour. Everyone take cover.”
The Watcher heaved another sigh. “Could you all be—”
“Hey, Dead Boy? These pale poofs, friends of yours?” Xander elbowed Angel.
Who narrowed his gaze at him and was about to scathingly retort, when Giles hushed them.
“Would it be too much to ask for you to be QUIET for a modicum of time? Hmm? I’m trying to hear what they’re saying to each other…”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Elladan murmured to Elrohir, “What sorcery is this?”
His twin brother frowned, “I have not the faintest notion. They are undoubtedly not from hereabouts. But at least they are speaking the Common Tongue. Or rather massacring it.”
“Ai Elbereth! Look at their strange attire… Especially that fair-haired maiden who seems to be their leader. She's wearing a man's apparel!” gasped Elladan.
“Do you think she is… perhaps a scarlet woman?”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Angel, whose superior vampire hearing enabled him to effectively eavesdrop on the two lead archers’ conversation, suddenly chuckled.
“What?” Buffy immediately asked.
He grinned.
“They think you’re a hooker.”
Her eyes widened dramatically.
“They WHAT??!”
“They haven’t seen Cordelia. Now she’s a hussy”, Xander nodded wisely. At that moment, he noted their pointed ears. “What are they anyway? Vulcans or something?”
“I think they’re… Elves”, Willow finally said.
Giles nodded, pushing his glasses back on, “I believe she is quite right. Observe. They have an unearthly beauty and a faint phosphoresce emanates from them.”
Buffy’s brows knitted together. “Um, Angel? In English?”
Angel promptly supplied, “They glow.”
“Ah. But… Elves? Aren’t they supposed to be, gee, I don’t know… smaller?” Buffy frowned, cocking her head to the side as she gave her nemesis- who were even taller than Angel- the once-over.
“What have you been reading? Enid Blyton?” Angel laughed softly, chucking her affectionately under the chin.
Buffy grinned sheepishly.
Xander threw his hands into the air. “Terrific! First, hazardous undead cheerleaders- pom-poms, blonde hair and all. Now ELVES?! What next? Dementors?”
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