"Aragorn! We can't hold them much longer!"
Strider looked at Legolas. He no longer had arrows and he was keeping at bay as many Orcs he could with his elvish swords. Even Gimli was tired. There was too many Orcs and they had lost many men. He was quickly losing confidence.
The day before, he had brought hope in Gondor when the boats had come alongside. The Rangers were great warriors, but not superhumans. Waves after waves of enemies hit them and they were fast losing control of the situation. The white tower would soon fall under the hands of Mordor.
If it was only Orcs or Goblins, they maybe could have repulsed them away. But the Ringwraiths were too strong. One had been killed by Merry and the daughter of Rohan's king, but there were still eight alive... sort of. They weren't alive to begin with. That was the problem. Even Mithrandir couldn't fight them anymore. He had killed another one earlier this morning, but it had considerably weakened him. The white rider needed a moment to gain back his strenght.
Hope was quickly fading in Gondor's fighters' hearts. They could see death coming their way. They would fight until they died to protect the white tower of Ecthelion.
Suddenly, a part of the enemies camp exploded. Fire raged upon the Orcs. The battle stopped completly, Mordor's armies completly stunned. Something whistling passed over the battlefield and crashed down on the last line of awful creatures. Pieces of dead monsters flew in the air. Orcs screamed and looked around like possessed animals trying to locate the object of their destruction.
Legolas turned around. At the edge of the forest, six riders waited. They looked human, but one. He had ridges all over his face, fangs and yellow eyes. There was another one he couldn't see. The rider was cloaked, staying anonymous for the moment. But the enigmatic rider was scaring the Orcs even more.
One of the rider, a dark haired man, put something in a metal tube on his shoulder. Suddenly, a flying Nazgul was hit by a red object coming from the tube. He exploded imediatly. The Ringwraith froze. One of their own had been killed by something they did not understand. In an attempt for revenge, another flying Nazgul flew to the small group of mysterious riders. He knocked off the oldest, then jumped off the enormous bird to finish the rider off. But he never thought that one of them could stop him.
A blond woman kicked him brutally and sent him flying back on a tree. Orcs and humans alike watched, surprised by what was happening not far from them. A small woman was fighting with a Ringwraith... and was winning. She reached for something behind her back. She was holding a small black object.
"BANG!"
The slave of Sauron fell on the ground, dead. He was no longer a living dead, but part of the community of spirits. The blond woman climbed back on her horse and waited.
The reaction was imediate. The Orcs retreated back to the camp, in hope they could find a way to destroy the riders. Gondor's army walked back inside the city's limits. Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas followed Mithrandir inside the tower. In front of them stood the six riders. The *man* with blond hair no longer had ridges and yellow eyes, but the mysterious one was still cloaked in a grey cape.
The Elf noticed the enygmatic rider step back upon seing the white rider. "Who are you?" Gandalf asked forcefully.
Before one of them could answer, the cloaked rider grabbed the brunette woman's arms in a firm grip. The wizard waited patiently while the two riders spoke in hushed words. The woman frowned, then turned toward him. "If I'm correct, I'm speaking with a dead man."
Gandalf grinned. "Even the dead can come back to the world of the living."
The blond man stepped forward. "Who or what we are does not concern you. The only thing you need to no is that we are not foes and we brought weapons none of you have ever seen."
"Speaking of weapons," Aragorn said. "I'd like to know what you used against the Ringwraith." The smallest rider produced a black object from behind her back and aimed it at the nearest wall. He startled when he heard a loud noise and a hole appeared in the wall. "You are right. I've never seen anything quite like that."
Gandalf was looking thoughfully at the dark haired woman that had spoken to him. "Where have I seen you before?" he asked. He had a vague souvenir of her.
She smiled. "You may have seen me in Bree about 20 years ago. I was going as Anyanka back then." The wizard froze and the woman laughed. "Don't worry. I was not summoned here. I won't wreck havoc on you."
"How can we trust you if we don't know who you are or why you are here?" Gimli asked. "It's not as if anybody would go against Mordor for fun."
"Revenge," the dark haired man said.
Aragorn frowned. "Revenge against who? And for whom?"
Anyanka stepped forward and looked deeply in Gandalf's eyes. "Revenge for a loved one killed in an attempt to escape the Orcs."
The wizard was puzzled. Here was Anyanka, demon, allying with humans and another demon to gain vengence upon Mordor because of a loved one killed when escaping.... "Khazad-dum," he whispered. Gimli, Aragorn and Legolas startled. "How come you know all this?" Gandalf asked Anyanka.
A soft feminine voice answered. "I lach Anor ed ardhon gwannen. Caled valeg, ethuiannen. The flame of Anor has left this world. A great light, has gone out."
Legolas froze. He wasn't dreaming this time. He walked slowly to the cloaked figure. He now knew why the cape seemed familiar. It was the same as his, has Gimli's, as Aragorn's. It had been given by the Lady of Lorien when leaving Lothlorien woods. Legolas pushed the cloak back and stopped breathing.
Aragorn gasped. "Willow!"
The redhead crushed herself into Legolas's embrace. She was holding him for dear life as if she would fall if she let go. She smiled at him as a promise of a later talk. But right now, she had someone else to see. Gigling, she threw herself at Gandalf and the wizard laughed as he caught her. "It's so good to see you, Gandalf. I really thought you were dead."
"And miss all the fun? I want my part of revenge against Mordor."
Willow let go of him and ran to where Aragorn and Gimli still stood. She took their arms and pulled them behind her as she broke into a wild run to the chairs. "Come on!" she yelled to the others. "We have a war to organize!"
Buffy looked at the vampire. "I'm sorry, Spike. You were right. We could have done anything for her in Sunnydale, I don't think we could have gotten her to be more happy." She looked at the blond Elf following the red haired one. "No, we couldn't have gotten her more happy," she sighed.
* * *
"Now, I know why I haven't seen weapons like those before," Aragorn said.
They had sat down in a room and Giles had spent two hours explaining them the fact that they came from the futur, just like Willow. Spike had assured them he wouldn't try to suck their blood and Anya had explained to Gandalf that she was no longer a vengence demon, but a fairly normal mortal woman actually in love with what she had spent centuries to hurt and despise : a human male. The part of the fellowship was quite surprised when seeing what Buffy could do and imediatly recognized some of Willow's moves. They had before their eyes a small girl with a strenght impossible for them to achieve.
While they all discussed about many subjects, Legolas held the redhead close to him. He wouldn't let her go anymore. He had no doubts about why she was back : he hadn't come to her in the futur. Either he was dead or he had been late and couldn't catch her before she did the spell to go back in time. "Willow," he whispered in her ear. "Come with me." They left the room in silence, leaving the others in their war reflexion.
The two Elves left the white tower and quickly walked to the sanitarium's garden. "What is it, Legolas?" the redhead asked in elvish.
"I know why you came back. I'm sorry I couldn't keep faithful to my promess." He stroke her cheek and smiled. "I can't believe I could miss you so much after only two weeks of being away."
A tear fell down Willow's face. "I had that hole that ached in the middle of my heart. I couldn't stand it any longer. I *had* to come back. I didn't want to wait a bit more. Every cells of my body was calling to you," she sobbed.
"It was our bond, Willow. An Elf knows when he finds the one, his true mate." Legolas stepped closer to her and looked deep into her eyes. "I have found her and *never* would I let her go." He bent down his head. "We are one of the same," he whispered. "I am immortal and so will you be when you accept every part of yourself. Be an Elf forever, Willow."
The witch nodded mutely, still lost in the dream that was his voice. No sound in Middle-earth or any other places could compete with the melody that was his voice. Never would she hear something more beautiful than the accent of an Elf speaking or singing in his native language. Elvish was and always would be the language of every things pure, every beauty, every dreamworld. It was fast becoming a dead language, but not in the heart of those your remembered the time where Elves ruled in Middle-earth. Magical beings would always remember it and would use it until every living beings would cease to exist.
"I don't want to leave you, Legolas. Not now, not tomorrow, never."
Their lips met and the black clouds separated in greeting of the first kiss shared by two of those who were not born to die. The moonlight shone upon them, blessing their union. The redhead gasped as a surge of energy went through her. As the weird feeling passed, she felt it. She was no longer the last of a kind in a world where they couldn't be found, but an Elf and never would she be alone.
From a high window in the tower of Ecthelion, Aragorn smiled to himself as he saw Willow glowing and he knew she would now always at nighttime. Elves were her soul and Legolas, her heart. No one would doubt her origins... Not that they would with the now pointy ends gracing her ears.
Strider looked at Legolas. He no longer had arrows and he was keeping at bay as many Orcs he could with his elvish swords. Even Gimli was tired. There was too many Orcs and they had lost many men. He was quickly losing confidence.
The day before, he had brought hope in Gondor when the boats had come alongside. The Rangers were great warriors, but not superhumans. Waves after waves of enemies hit them and they were fast losing control of the situation. The white tower would soon fall under the hands of Mordor.
If it was only Orcs or Goblins, they maybe could have repulsed them away. But the Ringwraiths were too strong. One had been killed by Merry and the daughter of Rohan's king, but there were still eight alive... sort of. They weren't alive to begin with. That was the problem. Even Mithrandir couldn't fight them anymore. He had killed another one earlier this morning, but it had considerably weakened him. The white rider needed a moment to gain back his strenght.
Hope was quickly fading in Gondor's fighters' hearts. They could see death coming their way. They would fight until they died to protect the white tower of Ecthelion.
Suddenly, a part of the enemies camp exploded. Fire raged upon the Orcs. The battle stopped completly, Mordor's armies completly stunned. Something whistling passed over the battlefield and crashed down on the last line of awful creatures. Pieces of dead monsters flew in the air. Orcs screamed and looked around like possessed animals trying to locate the object of their destruction.
Legolas turned around. At the edge of the forest, six riders waited. They looked human, but one. He had ridges all over his face, fangs and yellow eyes. There was another one he couldn't see. The rider was cloaked, staying anonymous for the moment. But the enigmatic rider was scaring the Orcs even more.
One of the rider, a dark haired man, put something in a metal tube on his shoulder. Suddenly, a flying Nazgul was hit by a red object coming from the tube. He exploded imediatly. The Ringwraith froze. One of their own had been killed by something they did not understand. In an attempt for revenge, another flying Nazgul flew to the small group of mysterious riders. He knocked off the oldest, then jumped off the enormous bird to finish the rider off. But he never thought that one of them could stop him.
A blond woman kicked him brutally and sent him flying back on a tree. Orcs and humans alike watched, surprised by what was happening not far from them. A small woman was fighting with a Ringwraith... and was winning. She reached for something behind her back. She was holding a small black object.
"BANG!"
The slave of Sauron fell on the ground, dead. He was no longer a living dead, but part of the community of spirits. The blond woman climbed back on her horse and waited.
The reaction was imediate. The Orcs retreated back to the camp, in hope they could find a way to destroy the riders. Gondor's army walked back inside the city's limits. Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas followed Mithrandir inside the tower. In front of them stood the six riders. The *man* with blond hair no longer had ridges and yellow eyes, but the mysterious one was still cloaked in a grey cape.
The Elf noticed the enygmatic rider step back upon seing the white rider. "Who are you?" Gandalf asked forcefully.
Before one of them could answer, the cloaked rider grabbed the brunette woman's arms in a firm grip. The wizard waited patiently while the two riders spoke in hushed words. The woman frowned, then turned toward him. "If I'm correct, I'm speaking with a dead man."
Gandalf grinned. "Even the dead can come back to the world of the living."
The blond man stepped forward. "Who or what we are does not concern you. The only thing you need to no is that we are not foes and we brought weapons none of you have ever seen."
"Speaking of weapons," Aragorn said. "I'd like to know what you used against the Ringwraith." The smallest rider produced a black object from behind her back and aimed it at the nearest wall. He startled when he heard a loud noise and a hole appeared in the wall. "You are right. I've never seen anything quite like that."
Gandalf was looking thoughfully at the dark haired woman that had spoken to him. "Where have I seen you before?" he asked. He had a vague souvenir of her.
She smiled. "You may have seen me in Bree about 20 years ago. I was going as Anyanka back then." The wizard froze and the woman laughed. "Don't worry. I was not summoned here. I won't wreck havoc on you."
"How can we trust you if we don't know who you are or why you are here?" Gimli asked. "It's not as if anybody would go against Mordor for fun."
"Revenge," the dark haired man said.
Aragorn frowned. "Revenge against who? And for whom?"
Anyanka stepped forward and looked deeply in Gandalf's eyes. "Revenge for a loved one killed in an attempt to escape the Orcs."
The wizard was puzzled. Here was Anyanka, demon, allying with humans and another demon to gain vengence upon Mordor because of a loved one killed when escaping.... "Khazad-dum," he whispered. Gimli, Aragorn and Legolas startled. "How come you know all this?" Gandalf asked Anyanka.
A soft feminine voice answered. "I lach Anor ed ardhon gwannen. Caled valeg, ethuiannen. The flame of Anor has left this world. A great light, has gone out."
Legolas froze. He wasn't dreaming this time. He walked slowly to the cloaked figure. He now knew why the cape seemed familiar. It was the same as his, has Gimli's, as Aragorn's. It had been given by the Lady of Lorien when leaving Lothlorien woods. Legolas pushed the cloak back and stopped breathing.
Aragorn gasped. "Willow!"
The redhead crushed herself into Legolas's embrace. She was holding him for dear life as if she would fall if she let go. She smiled at him as a promise of a later talk. But right now, she had someone else to see. Gigling, she threw herself at Gandalf and the wizard laughed as he caught her. "It's so good to see you, Gandalf. I really thought you were dead."
"And miss all the fun? I want my part of revenge against Mordor."
Willow let go of him and ran to where Aragorn and Gimli still stood. She took their arms and pulled them behind her as she broke into a wild run to the chairs. "Come on!" she yelled to the others. "We have a war to organize!"
Buffy looked at the vampire. "I'm sorry, Spike. You were right. We could have done anything for her in Sunnydale, I don't think we could have gotten her to be more happy." She looked at the blond Elf following the red haired one. "No, we couldn't have gotten her more happy," she sighed.
* * *
"Now, I know why I haven't seen weapons like those before," Aragorn said.
They had sat down in a room and Giles had spent two hours explaining them the fact that they came from the futur, just like Willow. Spike had assured them he wouldn't try to suck their blood and Anya had explained to Gandalf that she was no longer a vengence demon, but a fairly normal mortal woman actually in love with what she had spent centuries to hurt and despise : a human male. The part of the fellowship was quite surprised when seeing what Buffy could do and imediatly recognized some of Willow's moves. They had before their eyes a small girl with a strenght impossible for them to achieve.
While they all discussed about many subjects, Legolas held the redhead close to him. He wouldn't let her go anymore. He had no doubts about why she was back : he hadn't come to her in the futur. Either he was dead or he had been late and couldn't catch her before she did the spell to go back in time. "Willow," he whispered in her ear. "Come with me." They left the room in silence, leaving the others in their war reflexion.
The two Elves left the white tower and quickly walked to the sanitarium's garden. "What is it, Legolas?" the redhead asked in elvish.
"I know why you came back. I'm sorry I couldn't keep faithful to my promess." He stroke her cheek and smiled. "I can't believe I could miss you so much after only two weeks of being away."
A tear fell down Willow's face. "I had that hole that ached in the middle of my heart. I couldn't stand it any longer. I *had* to come back. I didn't want to wait a bit more. Every cells of my body was calling to you," she sobbed.
"It was our bond, Willow. An Elf knows when he finds the one, his true mate." Legolas stepped closer to her and looked deep into her eyes. "I have found her and *never* would I let her go." He bent down his head. "We are one of the same," he whispered. "I am immortal and so will you be when you accept every part of yourself. Be an Elf forever, Willow."
The witch nodded mutely, still lost in the dream that was his voice. No sound in Middle-earth or any other places could compete with the melody that was his voice. Never would she hear something more beautiful than the accent of an Elf speaking or singing in his native language. Elvish was and always would be the language of every things pure, every beauty, every dreamworld. It was fast becoming a dead language, but not in the heart of those your remembered the time where Elves ruled in Middle-earth. Magical beings would always remember it and would use it until every living beings would cease to exist.
"I don't want to leave you, Legolas. Not now, not tomorrow, never."
Their lips met and the black clouds separated in greeting of the first kiss shared by two of those who were not born to die. The moonlight shone upon them, blessing their union. The redhead gasped as a surge of energy went through her. As the weird feeling passed, she felt it. She was no longer the last of a kind in a world where they couldn't be found, but an Elf and never would she be alone.
From a high window in the tower of Ecthelion, Aragorn smiled to himself as he saw Willow glowing and he knew she would now always at nighttime. Elves were her soul and Legolas, her heart. No one would doubt her origins... Not that they would with the now pointy ends gracing her ears.