Re: Fic: For Phoen (1/1)

["buffythebushkangaroo" <buffythebushkangaroo@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

> DARK, VERY VERY DARK.
> I know the place where you are. 
> I think that many others will also recognise it,
> but few will dare to acknowledge it.
> Please keep up the good work.

Thank you, Nigel. I've decided to pull myself out of my fugue by 
doing a piece reminiscent of GhostSlayer, except based on Lord of the 
Rings.

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Snippets:

Tara tried to fight back against Willow's might, but she was too 
strong.
"Why?" Tara cried. "Why have you fallen under the Dark One's evil 
spell?"
Willow sneered. "Remember that time you borrowed my blue jumper and 
didn't give it back?"
"Um... Y..yeah..." Tara struggled to think back.
Willow gave her an evil look, her eyes lit by an inner fire, her 
smile darker than death's domain. "I. Never. Forgot." she screamed 
and unleashed a devastating kick to Tara's crotch, sending her flying 
backwards over the edge of the parapet. Tara clung to the crumbling 
granite edge by her fingertips.
"Join with me," Willow asked. "Join me and live. plus, we can have 
kinky sex until Sauron gets back!"
Tara considered the offer. It was pretty tempting.
"No!" she cried, and let go of the edge.
Willow ran forward, fully expecting to see her nemesis (and cheap 
bit of fluff) plummet to an untimely demise. Instead, she snarled in 
rage as Tara landed on the back of a flying cow and was whisked to 
safety.
"Damn her," she growled, "and her whole family of inbred mutants!"

*

Elron frowned. "Your kind," he sneered at the dwarf, "populate and 
breed in those caves, extracting the minerals, ripping them bodily 
from the earth, ravaging the resources of this planet... I know only 
of one other species quite like you, Mr. Gimli. Do you know what that 
species is?" He didn't bother waiting for a reply. "Yes, Mr. Gimli, 
your... are a virus."
Gimli stared at Elron for a moment then twatted him over the head 
with his axe. "Whatever," he muttered.

*

"Even the smallest of us," whispered Galadriel Chase sweetly, "can 
change the course of the future." She looked Buffy up and 
down. "Although of course," she amended, "probably not quite in those 
shoes." She continued to stare at herself in the magic mirror.
"Screw you," Buffy said. "I'm the one with the Mithral breastplate, 
so there."
Galadrial stared at Buffy's breastplate. It was most definitely a 
breastplate. It couldn't be thought of as anything else in any other 
language, especially braille.
"True," Galadrial conceded. "But I've got cool hair."
"Me too," Angelor, her consort butted in.
Galadrial gave him a Look. "Aren't you supposed to be looking after 
Conner?" she asked.
"Well, yeah..." Angelor admitted weakly.
"Off you go then," Galadriel said tartly. "Move your cute little 
elven ass." She looked back at Buffy. "Now, where were we?"
"Your hair?" Buffy supplied.
"My hair?" Galadriel's hands flew to her head. "Is there something 
wrong with it?" she wailed and started adjusting herself in the 
mirror. Buffy rolled her eyes and went off to round up Ami and Xandar.