A/N: this is a story to try and get over my writers block for my others. We'll see how it turns out, but please tell me if u like it or hate it! It has also been 5 years since the events of City of Glass! and i can't believe that there is not more of this crossover!
Disclaimer: I don't own! All I own is Willow.
Prologues
After the event of Boromir's death:
He could see what was happening without being physically present. Currently the remaining members fellowship watched as his body fell from the falls in one of their elven boats.
He knew he was dead. And he knew he had failed the fellowship, Frodo, Merry, Pippin… all of them.
"Is this my punishment for trying to take the ring? To wander the plains of Middle Earth, like a ghost?" He yelled into the clouds, knowing that nobody could hear him. "If so I have rightfully earned it."
No, Boromir son of Denothor. This is no punishment.
"Galadriel?" Boromir looked around him, seeing no one.
Your death was but a drop in the pond that will cause the ripples to grow bigger and bigger… until it stops.
"What do you mean?" Boromir yelled into the darkness of the forest.
An event needed to take place for the fellowships' quest to succeed. Your death was eminent, no matter what path you chose to go. But just because your purpose in Middle Earth has reached its end, does not mean you are not needed elsewhere.
"I don't understand! You are speaking in riddles!"
Fear not, Boromir, you will understand soon. But before I send you, I wish to give a piece of advice.
"Send me? Where?" Boromir demanded.
Be wary of your allies, not all of the Nephilim are accepting of the race of man. And the allies you do gain, hold on to them dearly. Do not be sad, Boromir son of Denothor, Frodo does not blame you for trying to take the ring. He understands the power of temptation it possess- as do they all. Farewell son of Gondor.
Darkness over took him as he fell. Pulsing though his veins like a poison it over took him. The last thing he felt was the unbearable cold.
20 years before present day Earth.
"My Master Valentine, she has escaped." A boy with slick, greasy black hair and a voice to match said to his master after entering his chambers.
Behind him, came a man clad in a red robe. He was thin and had an elegant grey mustache and a pointed beard. He stood off to the side of the repulsive boy, watching that he didn't come too close.
"I know Jocelyn has left! She has gone with that dog, Lucian!" Valentine's temper aimed for the boy, who immediately cowered into the corner.
"No, my lord, the Faire woman you had imprisoned. She has escaped." The boy cowered further into the corner, afraid of the beating he may receive.
"SHE WHAT! WHO WAS GUARDING HER?" Valentine advanced on the shaking boy.
The boy didn't answer. Valentine collected himself, and brushed off some imaginary dirt off his shirt.
"Get out of my sight. I am feeling gracious today, so you may leave with your life." The boy ran out, not even bothering to go back and grab his shoe which had fallen off in his haste.
"My lord, Valentine." The red robed man made his presence known.
"Ah, Pangborn! What news have you brought for me today?" Valentine asked embracing the man, while trying to hide his temper.
"I have followed Jocelyn, as you have asked, and discovered something which we did not plan for." Pangborn stopped unsure if he should continue.
"Which is?" Valentine pressed.
"Your wife, she is with child."
Valentine gave a mirthless laugh. "Probably Lucian's no doubt. He has always wanted her for his own, like a dog wants a bone."
"Actually my lord, after overhearing a conversation between them in a Paris motel room, she is pregnant with your child." Pangborn braced himself for an out burst, but none came. "My lord?"
"This will not interfere with my immediate plans, but I want you to be watchful. And inform me of anything that could be considered a threat." Valentine looked out his chambers window. "The Farie woman that has escaped concerns me more at the moment. I want you to use a tracking spell to try and locate her."
Pangborn looked confused. "Why was the Farie woman so special, my lord?"
"Because in her womb she is carrying a half-breed child. A child that will have all the powers of the Fay and of the Shadowhunters, this child will be powerful and will be an asset to my plans. This is why I am asking you to locate her and bring her back to me unharmed." Valentines eyes were as black as the night sky before him.
"I am assuming that the child's father is you?" Pangborn asked. Valentine nodded confirming his suspicions. "Very well, I will do as you order. Though the spell may not work, do to the magic of the Fairies they can go unseen if they chose to."
"We will worry about that if it happens. Right now I need you to prepare for the spell." Valentine ordered.
"As you wish, my lord." Pangborn said as he got to work.
17 years ago.
"Please Emma, you have to help me! Valentine has sent warlocks after the both of us; I can't run from them anymore." A graceful, beautiful woman wearing the clothes of a mundane, which hid some of her elegant features, told her friend of her predicament. "I want her to be safe, and I can't take her to the Sellie Court, my mother would kill her just because of who her father is. Please."
"Saraphina, Herry and I have two kids of our own, not to mention what would we do once she develops the powers of the Fay? We do not know how to raise a child of such heritage! And not to mention her father…" Emma's words fell short.
"Please do not make the child suffer because of her heritage. She had no control over that. But I do not want Valentine to get is deceitful hands on my daughter! And this is the one place where I know she will be taken care of and safe. Please Emma!" Saraphina (in Emma's eyes) looked older and more worn than she should. Yes her friend was nearly three hundred years old, due to her immortality, but she should still look young and full of mirth, instead of the fading image of a desperate woman in front of her.
"I will take care of her and she will be considered apart of the Carstair family." Emma decided.
"Thank you Emma, you do not know how much happiness has filled my heart to hear you say that." Saraphina looked relived as she placed her daughter in Emma's waiting arms.
"What should we do if she questions her powers? Do you want us to tell her of her heritage?"
Saraphina pulled out an envelope from her back pocket. "If she has questions, please give her this letter. It explains everything about what happened, and why I gave her to you."
"I will give it to her when the time is right. Do not worry; my family will take good care of her. Do you want us to keep the name you have given her?" Emma asked.
"It is up to you to decide. Valentine does not know of her gender or of her name. That I am sure of." They made their way to the door, tears coming down Saraphina's face.
"Will we see you again?" Emma asked, her eyes slowly blurring but she willed the tears away, she needed to be strong.
"I do indeed hope so, but I am afraid fate may have other plans for me." Saraphina embraced her friend, the tears making their way down her immortal face. She looked down, and embraced her child one last time.
"I love you, my Willow."
A/N: okay wow! I think that went pretty well! What do you think?
Galadriel is a tough character to write! It took me so long to make her lines sound like her.
But please read and review! I want to know how I did! And everybody who reviews gets a virtual cookie!
