Willow stared straight ahead of her, lost in thoughts her friends would pay a high price to know. She had been back for two weeks and had not spoken a word since then. The slayerettes did not understand what was happening with her despite all Spike had told them. Giles didn't know what to think. He wasn't sure of anything.
But the vampire was. The redhead was speaking a dead language, which had once been spoken by the magical beings populating woods, then had disappeared. Those were the same creatures that were in the legends his parents told him when he was little, when people still remembered the long lost stories, even if they were considered as mythes.
When he had open the blinds that night, he had been startled when the slight sleeping witch had glowed in the moonlight. All the slayerettes had stepped back. It was at that moment that all his theories were proved.
Willow was an Elf.
The redhead sighed, completly bored. The loud music blasting in the Bronze were not cheering her up as it had always done in the past. Only elvish songs would give her hope, happyness, love. She remembered well the only night she had spent in Rivendell, listening at the melodic voices and singing with the Elves... her people. She ached to sing again, even if she had to in english. Tales of Middle-earth were sang in common language.
But even singing could not fill the empty hole in her heart. Still, it could help her a little.
Before the slayerettes could do anything to stop her, Willow had stood up and walked to the stage, already taking the place of the last singer. Buffy was ready to go up there and pull her back to the table, but Spike stopped her. "Let her. Elves speak their pain through music and I'm not talking about the crap all of you, me included, listen to. I've heard an Elf sing before. She won't use the language of her people, but soon, you'll understand what *real* music is. Believe me, you won't *ever* hear anything as enchanting."
Willow breathed deeply.
When the cold of Winter comes
Starless night will cover day
In the veiling of the sun
We will walk in bitter rain
But in dreams
I can hear your name
And in dreams
We will meet again
The blond vampire shot an angry look at the Slayer. There she was, telling to all her friends what wrong they had done, how she longed for her mate, for the Elf that had stolen her heart.
When the seas and mountains fall
And we come, to end of days
In the dark I hear a call
Calling me there
I will go there
And back again
Numerous teens were still speachless, lost in the beauty of the redhead's voice and the song. [I should make her sing more often if it makes them shut up,] Spike thought with a devious grin. [Next time, I'll try to convince her to do it in elvish.]
While walking back to the table, Willow once more got into unexpressive mode. She bacame mute again, sealing her lips thightly. She silently sat on her stool, not even glancing at her staring friends.
"Willow, that was beautiful," Xander said in a calm voice. "I didn't know you could sing like that."
"I did," Anya replied. "She's an Elf. Singing skill comes naturally to that race." The Slayerettes stared at her in surprise, but Spike chuckled. "What? I'm older than the bloodsucking blond. What did you expect? I've lived a long time with Elves. Quite an interesting species."
The redhead kept quiet, just listening intently to all was said between her 21th century friends. Buffy didn't like it one little bit. "Will, you sang in front of the entire Bronze yet you haven't said one word to us. I demand that you speak." Willow's eyes narrowed at the Slayer's order, anger building in her. Her hands placed on her lap were slightly trembling.
The vampire felt her losing control. "Shut up, Slayer. Singing is near enough to talking for her. Everything she will sing from now on or even every words of her earlier performance were expressing what she felt and was in a way directed to you. Her pain, her ache is only present because you brought her back in SunnyHell. Did it ever came into your mind that she might have build up another life wherever she went?"
Ignoring is last comment, Buffy continued. "We don't know if she's an Elf. Maybe you're lying," she told the vampire. "After all, I've seen in one of Giles' book what Elves looks like and Willow doesn't have *any* characteristics similar to them."
Anya sighed. She didn't know how someone so stupid could have survived being the slayer as long as she had. "Blond hair and blue eyes are *not* a physical trait of Elves. As for the pointy ears, Willow comes from a long line of half Elves if I'm right. Elvish blood flows strongly in her veins, but physical characteristics disapeared in her family, except for the skin." The ex-demon knew a lot about that dead race as it had been the only one that never asked for vengence. She had never been summoned by them so she held a great deal of respect for that particular species.
"Maybe she has Elf blood, but she lives with us now. Her 'people' are dead. It's only a myth now."
Frowning, the redhead went back in time in her memories. [Wait for me,] Legolas had said. [I'll come to you.] Tears filled Willow's eyes. He had promise he would survive and come to her. She would wait. She had forever now. And if he didn't find her, then she'd go and look for him even if she had to travel all around the world for a single clue. Her heart was still calling his name in agony. She needed him... soon.
Getting bored with the conversation, Willow suddenly stood up, grabbed the grey cape she always kept with her and left the Bronze in a hurry. Instead of going back to the dorms where she was not comfortable at all, she headed to Sunnydale's woods. She ran as fast as she could, putting as much distance between her and the Slayerettes. Sleeping outside wasn't very bright on the Hellmouth, but the Elf had no intention to stay on the ground. She quickly climbed up a tree and sat down on a high branch. She laid back on the trunk and closed her eyes.
Far away, she could hear the Slayer's voice calling her name. Willow knew Spike and Anya could find her easily, but they hadn't said a word to Buffy or she would have already been patrolling the woods.
The redhead breathed deeply, still not used to polluted air that surrounded Sunnydale, even when she was in the woods. Sleepyness crept up to her and she fell quickly in the world of dreams.
But the vampire was. The redhead was speaking a dead language, which had once been spoken by the magical beings populating woods, then had disappeared. Those were the same creatures that were in the legends his parents told him when he was little, when people still remembered the long lost stories, even if they were considered as mythes.
When he had open the blinds that night, he had been startled when the slight sleeping witch had glowed in the moonlight. All the slayerettes had stepped back. It was at that moment that all his theories were proved.
Willow was an Elf.
The redhead sighed, completly bored. The loud music blasting in the Bronze were not cheering her up as it had always done in the past. Only elvish songs would give her hope, happyness, love. She remembered well the only night she had spent in Rivendell, listening at the melodic voices and singing with the Elves... her people. She ached to sing again, even if she had to in english. Tales of Middle-earth were sang in common language.
But even singing could not fill the empty hole in her heart. Still, it could help her a little.
Before the slayerettes could do anything to stop her, Willow had stood up and walked to the stage, already taking the place of the last singer. Buffy was ready to go up there and pull her back to the table, but Spike stopped her. "Let her. Elves speak their pain through music and I'm not talking about the crap all of you, me included, listen to. I've heard an Elf sing before. She won't use the language of her people, but soon, you'll understand what *real* music is. Believe me, you won't *ever* hear anything as enchanting."
Willow breathed deeply.
When the cold of Winter comes
Starless night will cover day
In the veiling of the sun
We will walk in bitter rain
But in dreams
I can hear your name
And in dreams
We will meet again
The blond vampire shot an angry look at the Slayer. There she was, telling to all her friends what wrong they had done, how she longed for her mate, for the Elf that had stolen her heart.
When the seas and mountains fall
And we come, to end of days
In the dark I hear a call
Calling me there
I will go there
And back again
Numerous teens were still speachless, lost in the beauty of the redhead's voice and the song. [I should make her sing more often if it makes them shut up,] Spike thought with a devious grin. [Next time, I'll try to convince her to do it in elvish.]
While walking back to the table, Willow once more got into unexpressive mode. She bacame mute again, sealing her lips thightly. She silently sat on her stool, not even glancing at her staring friends.
"Willow, that was beautiful," Xander said in a calm voice. "I didn't know you could sing like that."
"I did," Anya replied. "She's an Elf. Singing skill comes naturally to that race." The Slayerettes stared at her in surprise, but Spike chuckled. "What? I'm older than the bloodsucking blond. What did you expect? I've lived a long time with Elves. Quite an interesting species."
The redhead kept quiet, just listening intently to all was said between her 21th century friends. Buffy didn't like it one little bit. "Will, you sang in front of the entire Bronze yet you haven't said one word to us. I demand that you speak." Willow's eyes narrowed at the Slayer's order, anger building in her. Her hands placed on her lap were slightly trembling.
The vampire felt her losing control. "Shut up, Slayer. Singing is near enough to talking for her. Everything she will sing from now on or even every words of her earlier performance were expressing what she felt and was in a way directed to you. Her pain, her ache is only present because you brought her back in SunnyHell. Did it ever came into your mind that she might have build up another life wherever she went?"
Ignoring is last comment, Buffy continued. "We don't know if she's an Elf. Maybe you're lying," she told the vampire. "After all, I've seen in one of Giles' book what Elves looks like and Willow doesn't have *any* characteristics similar to them."
Anya sighed. She didn't know how someone so stupid could have survived being the slayer as long as she had. "Blond hair and blue eyes are *not* a physical trait of Elves. As for the pointy ears, Willow comes from a long line of half Elves if I'm right. Elvish blood flows strongly in her veins, but physical characteristics disapeared in her family, except for the skin." The ex-demon knew a lot about that dead race as it had been the only one that never asked for vengence. She had never been summoned by them so she held a great deal of respect for that particular species.
"Maybe she has Elf blood, but she lives with us now. Her 'people' are dead. It's only a myth now."
Frowning, the redhead went back in time in her memories. [Wait for me,] Legolas had said. [I'll come to you.] Tears filled Willow's eyes. He had promise he would survive and come to her. She would wait. She had forever now. And if he didn't find her, then she'd go and look for him even if she had to travel all around the world for a single clue. Her heart was still calling his name in agony. She needed him... soon.
Getting bored with the conversation, Willow suddenly stood up, grabbed the grey cape she always kept with her and left the Bronze in a hurry. Instead of going back to the dorms where she was not comfortable at all, she headed to Sunnydale's woods. She ran as fast as she could, putting as much distance between her and the Slayerettes. Sleeping outside wasn't very bright on the Hellmouth, but the Elf had no intention to stay on the ground. She quickly climbed up a tree and sat down on a high branch. She laid back on the trunk and closed her eyes.
Far away, she could hear the Slayer's voice calling her name. Willow knew Spike and Anya could find her easily, but they hadn't said a word to Buffy or she would have already been patrolling the woods.
The redhead breathed deeply, still not used to polluted air that surrounded Sunnydale, even when she was in the woods. Sleepyness crept up to her and she fell quickly in the world of dreams.