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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
7,655
Reviews:
56
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Trees
Title: Trees
Author: MoonKat
Fandom: BTVS/ LOTR
Summary: Wished away Xander wakes up as a child . . . an elfling.
Archive: Slash. Male on Male. Maybe some het too! No Xander pairing till he's growed!!
Rating: PG-13 . . . NC17 Just to give myself room from much later chapters.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the craziness that spews out of my head. All characters belong to their respective owners. That means I own nothing and have zero money. . .
Author notes & Warnings: M/M fanfic. No Beta. Be afraid. My mood affects my writing.
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Chapter 2
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Xander felt helpless. No scratch that he felt pitiful! How could this have happened to him? Through if Xander really thought about it he wasn’t that surprised. Trouble followed him like a stink on a skunk or unwashed gym socks. He stank of trouble and nothing he did seemed to help him get rid of it! Even before the slayer came into his life he had problems, bullies, geekiness, living on the gates of hell, pre-Buffy hell also known as public high school, his drunkard parents, and his doubts about his sexuality. Just problems.
As he looked at his surroundings Xander wished he had his normal stinky troubles. Drunken parents, sexual issues, and bullies were nothing! At least he was still himself and not a midget! He’d even take on a demon alone! No man wants to relive being in diapers!!
Walking carefully through the woods Xander clutched the blanket to him, keeping it wrapped around him like a mini toga. He’s only wearing a cloth diaper, and even with no one to see him in it Xander still covered up. HE never wanted to see himself in a cloth baby diaper, at least when he was a baby he didn’t remember the embarrassing baby care parts.
Xander was not a happy camper. ‘Being a baby is hard! Can’t reach anything, can’t climb a tree because I’m not strong enough, and can’t cross a river for the same reason! Plus lack of height sucks! I’ll drown in a puddle!!’
Xander blinked when a whisper of a voice caressed his ear, cocking his little head to the side Xander listened carefully. Soft calming partial words echoed around him saying (Greetings elfling.), (The creek) (Your kin sit at a fire.) and (Rain comes.). It was like the wind was catching the words and taking them away before he could hear it all. Confused at where the voices are coming from Xander decides not to follow the voices instructions, who knows what the voices could want anyway? And who could his kin be? But as he walked in the opposite direction the voices told him to Xander noticed leaf matter falling in his path, healthy twigs and green leaves falling for no reason other then to hinder him?! When a large branch dropped a good five feet in front of him Xander stopped and sighed.
“What?” Xander hated talking now. He couldn’t pronounce his T’s they sounded like D’s, and his voice just sounded so foreign. Too soft, too unused to talking. Xander was back to square one with everything!
Xander blinked as a little shower of leaves fluttered around him from the tree that had dropped the branch. (Rain.) Xander looked to the sky and it was true, dark clouds could be seen ready to spill misery and water onto Xander’s little head. Xander could feel drops just starting to fall.
'Wud do I do?' Xander whispered softly as he traced the lines of the white bark on the thick trunk of the birch. In the back of his mind Xander couldn’t believe he was simply talking to a tree without care?! He was just excepting it like a small child would Santa or the Tooth fairy! Silly! He should be worrying about the possibility of an invisible demon trying to lure him into a false sense of security. But even as he thought of that, Xander scuffed, what demon would need to lure a toddler into a false sense of security?!
So talking trees? Cool.
Xander watched wide-eyed as leaf matter fluttered to the ground in an almost perfect line. (Follow.) And like a trusting child Xander did follow, but his inner hellmouth self was yelling, shrieking for him to be careful. Be careful and watch for traps, anything could happen while in an unknown location. ‘Wonder if I’m regressing mentally? That could suck.’
Xander hummed and stumbled along, almost tripping on his tiny graceless feet. Glaring at the ground Xander tried to walk directly onto the line of leaves, like a game. As he did that Xander giggled and since he wasn’t paying much mind almost fell into the hole the leaves lead to. Peeking inside he blinked impressed with what was inside, a large hole big enough for a thin adult to squeeze into, very roomy for a short tiny Xander.
Xander crawled into the moss-covered hole and watched as the clouds finally burst, rain falling like an endless waterfall. Sun completely disappeared and gloom took over the once cheery forest. Xander curled into a ball and fell asleep as lightening and thunder started to clash. Being hellmouth born such violent noise was almost a comfort. Without realizing it Xander’s thumb snuck toward his mouth and he began to suckle, taking great comfort from the simple activity. He slept in the trance of the elves without dream or nightmare.
**
Around a fire near a creek and a cliff face three elves sat, watching their meal slowly cook they talked about the latest hunt. The game: Orcs.
“Did you see the look on the big ones face before I let loose my arrow?!” The blond elf chuckled.
The dark elf to the blonde’s right grinned a wide and impish smile. “How it’s ugly eyes bugged out and it paled?!”
An identical dark elf to the blonde’s left smirked and slapped the elf with sun colored hair on his slight shoulder. “It was a sight! The way it squealed like a piglet and tried to run! And the arrow through its one working eye and out the back of its bald head! Classic move!”
Elrohir frowned at his twin. “Brother what an insult! Pigs are noble and tasty creatures! Don’t sully them by comparing them to orcs!”
Elladan nods. “Yes, you’re right! Tomorrow I’ll find a pig and give apologies so sincere my words will make it cry tears of gold and gems!”
Both twins giggled and shared another drink of the water skin. Legolas shook his head and snatched the skin away before the twins could drain it. “I think you two had enough wine! Save some for the morrow!”
Both twins gave the young blond prince of Mirkwood sorrowful looks. But Legolas avoided eye contact; he did not want to worry about drunken elves! That would mean HE would get stuck doing night watch while they slept happily and warm in their bedrolls. “Nope! No more wine but here Elladan! A piece of dried ham, practice your apology on it and make us rich!”
Elladan caught it one handed and took a big bite out of the salted meat. “Yum.”
Legolas grinned. “We should rest now. I’ve heard whispers of a small cave not far from here full of Wargs.”
The twins’ eyes glowed with the pleasure of possible violence. Pulling his bedroll out of his mare’s pack Legolas quickly snuggled into the warmth of his blankets and slipped into the trance of the elves. He fell asleep to the playful bickering of the twins fighting over who had to take first watch.
**
At the edge of the forest, deep inside the darkness of a small cave, a large furred beast whined with hunger. His belly so empty and his pack weak of body, it was pathetic. Growling the leader of the wargs narrowed his yellow eyes, he needed food now, and he could hardly stand the emptiness. His belly like an empty cave, full of echoes and air, his once strong body skin and fur. He NEEDS food!
~Get up you lazy pups! We hunt!~ The leader yipped in the language of the wargs.
As a whole the pack of bony wolves ran for the forest close to the cave. Far from home they are and too close to the elves, but desperate time call for measures of its kind. They followed the food.
**
The Trees swayed with panic and started whispering. Whispering for help. The large birch ruffled its leaves and more greenery covered the hole the elfling is in. (Wargs are close!) The trees whispered. (Danger!)
But Xander did not stir, his trance too deep for the trees wispy voices to break. So the trees had to hope the elves camping by the water didn’t sleep so deep. (Danger!)
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Review please.
Author: MoonKat
Fandom: BTVS/ LOTR
Summary: Wished away Xander wakes up as a child . . . an elfling.
Archive: Slash. Male on Male. Maybe some het too! No Xander pairing till he's growed!!
Rating: PG-13 . . . NC17 Just to give myself room from much later chapters.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the craziness that spews out of my head. All characters belong to their respective owners. That means I own nothing and have zero money. . .
Author notes & Warnings: M/M fanfic. No Beta. Be afraid. My mood affects my writing.
****************
Chapter 2
***
Xander felt helpless. No scratch that he felt pitiful! How could this have happened to him? Through if Xander really thought about it he wasn’t that surprised. Trouble followed him like a stink on a skunk or unwashed gym socks. He stank of trouble and nothing he did seemed to help him get rid of it! Even before the slayer came into his life he had problems, bullies, geekiness, living on the gates of hell, pre-Buffy hell also known as public high school, his drunkard parents, and his doubts about his sexuality. Just problems.
As he looked at his surroundings Xander wished he had his normal stinky troubles. Drunken parents, sexual issues, and bullies were nothing! At least he was still himself and not a midget! He’d even take on a demon alone! No man wants to relive being in diapers!!
Walking carefully through the woods Xander clutched the blanket to him, keeping it wrapped around him like a mini toga. He’s only wearing a cloth diaper, and even with no one to see him in it Xander still covered up. HE never wanted to see himself in a cloth baby diaper, at least when he was a baby he didn’t remember the embarrassing baby care parts.
Xander was not a happy camper. ‘Being a baby is hard! Can’t reach anything, can’t climb a tree because I’m not strong enough, and can’t cross a river for the same reason! Plus lack of height sucks! I’ll drown in a puddle!!’
Xander blinked when a whisper of a voice caressed his ear, cocking his little head to the side Xander listened carefully. Soft calming partial words echoed around him saying (Greetings elfling.), (The creek) (Your kin sit at a fire.) and (Rain comes.). It was like the wind was catching the words and taking them away before he could hear it all. Confused at where the voices are coming from Xander decides not to follow the voices instructions, who knows what the voices could want anyway? And who could his kin be? But as he walked in the opposite direction the voices told him to Xander noticed leaf matter falling in his path, healthy twigs and green leaves falling for no reason other then to hinder him?! When a large branch dropped a good five feet in front of him Xander stopped and sighed.
“What?” Xander hated talking now. He couldn’t pronounce his T’s they sounded like D’s, and his voice just sounded so foreign. Too soft, too unused to talking. Xander was back to square one with everything!
Xander blinked as a little shower of leaves fluttered around him from the tree that had dropped the branch. (Rain.) Xander looked to the sky and it was true, dark clouds could be seen ready to spill misery and water onto Xander’s little head. Xander could feel drops just starting to fall.
'Wud do I do?' Xander whispered softly as he traced the lines of the white bark on the thick trunk of the birch. In the back of his mind Xander couldn’t believe he was simply talking to a tree without care?! He was just excepting it like a small child would Santa or the Tooth fairy! Silly! He should be worrying about the possibility of an invisible demon trying to lure him into a false sense of security. But even as he thought of that, Xander scuffed, what demon would need to lure a toddler into a false sense of security?!
So talking trees? Cool.
Xander watched wide-eyed as leaf matter fluttered to the ground in an almost perfect line. (Follow.) And like a trusting child Xander did follow, but his inner hellmouth self was yelling, shrieking for him to be careful. Be careful and watch for traps, anything could happen while in an unknown location. ‘Wonder if I’m regressing mentally? That could suck.’
Xander hummed and stumbled along, almost tripping on his tiny graceless feet. Glaring at the ground Xander tried to walk directly onto the line of leaves, like a game. As he did that Xander giggled and since he wasn’t paying much mind almost fell into the hole the leaves lead to. Peeking inside he blinked impressed with what was inside, a large hole big enough for a thin adult to squeeze into, very roomy for a short tiny Xander.
Xander crawled into the moss-covered hole and watched as the clouds finally burst, rain falling like an endless waterfall. Sun completely disappeared and gloom took over the once cheery forest. Xander curled into a ball and fell asleep as lightening and thunder started to clash. Being hellmouth born such violent noise was almost a comfort. Without realizing it Xander’s thumb snuck toward his mouth and he began to suckle, taking great comfort from the simple activity. He slept in the trance of the elves without dream or nightmare.
**
Around a fire near a creek and a cliff face three elves sat, watching their meal slowly cook they talked about the latest hunt. The game: Orcs.
“Did you see the look on the big ones face before I let loose my arrow?!” The blond elf chuckled.
The dark elf to the blonde’s right grinned a wide and impish smile. “How it’s ugly eyes bugged out and it paled?!”
An identical dark elf to the blonde’s left smirked and slapped the elf with sun colored hair on his slight shoulder. “It was a sight! The way it squealed like a piglet and tried to run! And the arrow through its one working eye and out the back of its bald head! Classic move!”
Elrohir frowned at his twin. “Brother what an insult! Pigs are noble and tasty creatures! Don’t sully them by comparing them to orcs!”
Elladan nods. “Yes, you’re right! Tomorrow I’ll find a pig and give apologies so sincere my words will make it cry tears of gold and gems!”
Both twins giggled and shared another drink of the water skin. Legolas shook his head and snatched the skin away before the twins could drain it. “I think you two had enough wine! Save some for the morrow!”
Both twins gave the young blond prince of Mirkwood sorrowful looks. But Legolas avoided eye contact; he did not want to worry about drunken elves! That would mean HE would get stuck doing night watch while they slept happily and warm in their bedrolls. “Nope! No more wine but here Elladan! A piece of dried ham, practice your apology on it and make us rich!”
Elladan caught it one handed and took a big bite out of the salted meat. “Yum.”
Legolas grinned. “We should rest now. I’ve heard whispers of a small cave not far from here full of Wargs.”
The twins’ eyes glowed with the pleasure of possible violence. Pulling his bedroll out of his mare’s pack Legolas quickly snuggled into the warmth of his blankets and slipped into the trance of the elves. He fell asleep to the playful bickering of the twins fighting over who had to take first watch.
**
At the edge of the forest, deep inside the darkness of a small cave, a large furred beast whined with hunger. His belly so empty and his pack weak of body, it was pathetic. Growling the leader of the wargs narrowed his yellow eyes, he needed food now, and he could hardly stand the emptiness. His belly like an empty cave, full of echoes and air, his once strong body skin and fur. He NEEDS food!
~Get up you lazy pups! We hunt!~ The leader yipped in the language of the wargs.
As a whole the pack of bony wolves ran for the forest close to the cave. Far from home they are and too close to the elves, but desperate time call for measures of its kind. They followed the food.
**
The Trees swayed with panic and started whispering. Whispering for help. The large birch ruffled its leaves and more greenery covered the hole the elfling is in. (Wargs are close!) The trees whispered. (Danger!)
But Xander did not stir, his trance too deep for the trees wispy voices to break. So the trees had to hope the elves camping by the water didn’t sleep so deep. (Danger!)
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