"I don't think we should go that near to Mordor."
Willow sighed. "Xander, you've seen the force they have. We can't let them rest and then have another shot at us. We have to go on their territory and kick them while they are still down."
"Will, I understand what you are saying. But what I'm trying to tell you is that I didn't bring with me an entire ship of ammunitions. I only have a couple of rockets left. There's no garanty we could fight the Ringwraiths without them. They won't come close to Buffy again. They know she have something that can kill them if they are near enough."
"We have to take the chance," Aragorn said. "We won't have another shot at the Mordor's black gates. We have to go now." He looked at each of them and saw the serious look they shared. It was a difficult decision, especially when many may die.
"I hope you are not planning to go without us."
The redhead squealed and ran to the two Hobbits standing in the doorway. "Merry! Pippin! It's so good to see you!" She fell down on her knees and hugged them.
Merry laughed. "I'm glad to see you, Willow. I was puzzled when you weren't with Legolas, Gimli and Aragorn when they came by Isengard. But I see you were on a personal quest and came back with... new attributes." He winked at her.
The witch blushed and covered her ears. "Don't laugh," she warned. "I like them. They're cute," she gigled.
"We will have time to talk about your ears later, Willow," Giles said in his fatherly voice.
"Yes," Gandalf replied. "We have more important matters at hand."
Buffy smiled conspiratorly. "Is it me or do I see some similarities between the old folks?" Spike bursted in laugher. He had to admit the Slayer was right... not that he would one day say it aloud. The wizard and the watcher were quite a match. One father for the fellowship, one for the Slayerettes. Buffy frowned while looking at the laughing vampire. [*This* is the Big Bad Scourge of Europe?!] She sighed. "Spike, stop it. You're red and you don't even need to breathe."
Anya rolled her eyes. "And they say I'm childish."
* * *
"I can't believe you convinced me to go there," Xander muttered.
"Oh admit it, Xand. You wouldn't let me go there alone, would you?" Anya asked sweetly. The man didn't have to answer. The smile on his face was enough for the ex-demon.
What was left of the fellowship and the Slayerettes had left Gondor's city early in the morning with five thousand men. They were headed to the black gates of Mordor, planing on attacking the source of all evil. Aragorn was leading their army, Gandalf, Gimli, Willow and Legolas on his tail. The Slayerettes were not far behind, waiting for the redhead's order to go back and use the rocket launcher on everything moving with a black cloak on.
Whispering voices could be heard by the two Elves. The red haired one smiled when hearing the men talk about her. She knew they might be quite puzzled by her sudden appearance and also a bit scared because of the display of power her and her friends had shown upon arriving on the battlefield the day before. She almost laughed when one of them even thought she was the sorceress from the Lothlorien woods. Willow was flattered to be close enough to Galadriel for the warriors.
"Willow." A horse walked close to her. "Take this," Legolas said. He gave her a silver sword with beautiful engravings on it. It was a blessing in elvish. "I hide it in my boot. It was a gift from my mother before leaving Mirkwood for Rivendell. I want you to have it."
"It's beautiful," she whispered. She put her hand in Legolas'. "Thanks."
Looking down, the Elf frowned. "Willow, where did you get this?"
On her index finger, she still wore her family crest. He was examining the silver ring attentivly. "It's my family crest. My grand mother gave it to me before she died when I was little. Why?"
He looked deep into her green eyes, then shook his head. "It's probably nothing." They continued to ride in comfortable silence, enjoying the feeling of the other's hand, the closest contact they could have for the moment.
When the sun left its place to the moon, Aragorn halted the army and the men quickly built a camp. Several small fires were burning with oranges flames through the entire camp. Spring was coming slowly, but it was still chilling at night. Spike was the only one who didn't need fire, mostly because he didn't have body heat. Willow and Legolas were leaving the fire, holding hands, going deep into the forest.
Buffy blew on her cold fingers. "I don't know how they can still walk. My legs are frozen and I can't seem to think straight," she said while looking at the couple leaving the army for the intimacy of the woods. "What is it with Elves and trees anyway?"
Spike chuckled lightly. "They don't really know it. Nobody does. They do it unconsciously. Right now, it is mostly 'what is it with Elves and seas anyway'. Their people are leaving Middle-earth on boats. Legends says there was a time when they were more than men. Things changed. Elvish blood is rare. Trees is a safe thing because it doesn't mean water. It is the only thing that links them on the continent in a way." Even with is better eyesight, he couldn't distinguish the two Elves quickly fading in darkness, swallowed by the mist surrounding the woods. He turned back and sat down with the rest of the Slayerettes in front of the fire. "Their race started in woods and they are still attached to forests. They feel safe."
Gimli joined them. "You should have seen Legolas when we saw Fangorn for the first time. I never thought I would one day see him giddy." Then, he frowned. "But then, he saw the ocean." The Dwarf paused. "He won't forget it and one day, I have no doubts he and Willow will sail for the hidden island of Elves lost in the mist of the sea."
Xander lowered his gaze and sighed. Anya glanced at him. Never before had she seen him this serious. She knew what was wrong. She felt that way too when thinking about it. She was fastly growing on the redhead and she was going to miss her. Xander lift up his head. "She won't be coming back with us," he stated, already resigned that his best friend wasn't going to step back into the portal. There was no way now that's she'd leave Legolas behind.
"She won't."
Behind them stood Gandalf. He had startled them with his deep voice. They hadn't heard him approaching the fire. "I talked to her last night after you all went to bed. She will stay in Middle-earth with us."
"That is what I feared," Giles whispered. The small witch had been a great student, a wonderful *daughter* and an even better *mother* to the Slayerettes. She was the brain of their group and the most reasonable one. She had been the best teacher they could have found in civilities and human relationship... sounding weird seeing that she wasn't human at all. He smiled sadly. "We will miss her."
* * *
A rich laughing voice could be heard through the woods. "There is only you who could find a river in the middle of a dark misty forest at night."
Legolas smiled. "That's why you love me."
"That and a couple other things," Willow replied, eyeing him like a piece of sugar. "You are a delicious Elf, the most handsome one to my opinion." She grabbed his arm possessivly. "I think I'll keep you," she said in amusement. Then added, "But before, you should take a bath!" She pushed him over the edge and he fell heavily in the cold water.
He had been at least two minutes under water and Willow began to worry. [What if he hurt his head? Oh my God!] She walked near the shore. "Legolas!" she cried, panicking. She screamed when an arm shot through the river and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her underneath the water.
The moonlight gave her the chance to see blond hair floating. Bubbles got out of her mouth as she tried to laugh. Legolas and Willow surfaced. The redhead looked down at her soaked black shirt. "This scene looks familiar."
"Gandalf is going to have our heads," he muttered. He looked up at the witch. "I like it when you glow in the moonlight."
She smiled shyly. "I like your ears," she said in amusement. She pulled him down to her and kissed him. He hugged her closer. They wouldn't have much time left for this once they were close enough to the black gates, so they took their sweet time. Finally, Willow stepped back. "We should probably go back."
The two Elves walked back to the camp, anticipating the speech the wizard would probably give them. They passed several fires, men looking at them in wonder. Two soaked Elves were not something you saw every day. Even Gandalf laughed outloud when he saw the lovebirds grinning wickedly.
"You two are incorrigible! It's the second time you come back to me, soaked to the bones and trembling like leaves because you're cold!" He threw them the spare blankets and they wrapped them around their shoulders.
When most of the Slayerettes were asleep, Legolas turned to Willow. "I love you," he whispered.
The redhead snuggled closer to him. "Love you too. Good night, my dear elvish prince of Mirkwood." He chuckled and she smiled, almost imediatly falling asleep.
Willow sighed. "Xander, you've seen the force they have. We can't let them rest and then have another shot at us. We have to go on their territory and kick them while they are still down."
"Will, I understand what you are saying. But what I'm trying to tell you is that I didn't bring with me an entire ship of ammunitions. I only have a couple of rockets left. There's no garanty we could fight the Ringwraiths without them. They won't come close to Buffy again. They know she have something that can kill them if they are near enough."
"We have to take the chance," Aragorn said. "We won't have another shot at the Mordor's black gates. We have to go now." He looked at each of them and saw the serious look they shared. It was a difficult decision, especially when many may die.
"I hope you are not planning to go without us."
The redhead squealed and ran to the two Hobbits standing in the doorway. "Merry! Pippin! It's so good to see you!" She fell down on her knees and hugged them.
Merry laughed. "I'm glad to see you, Willow. I was puzzled when you weren't with Legolas, Gimli and Aragorn when they came by Isengard. But I see you were on a personal quest and came back with... new attributes." He winked at her.
The witch blushed and covered her ears. "Don't laugh," she warned. "I like them. They're cute," she gigled.
"We will have time to talk about your ears later, Willow," Giles said in his fatherly voice.
"Yes," Gandalf replied. "We have more important matters at hand."
Buffy smiled conspiratorly. "Is it me or do I see some similarities between the old folks?" Spike bursted in laugher. He had to admit the Slayer was right... not that he would one day say it aloud. The wizard and the watcher were quite a match. One father for the fellowship, one for the Slayerettes. Buffy frowned while looking at the laughing vampire. [*This* is the Big Bad Scourge of Europe?!] She sighed. "Spike, stop it. You're red and you don't even need to breathe."
Anya rolled her eyes. "And they say I'm childish."
* * *
"I can't believe you convinced me to go there," Xander muttered.
"Oh admit it, Xand. You wouldn't let me go there alone, would you?" Anya asked sweetly. The man didn't have to answer. The smile on his face was enough for the ex-demon.
What was left of the fellowship and the Slayerettes had left Gondor's city early in the morning with five thousand men. They were headed to the black gates of Mordor, planing on attacking the source of all evil. Aragorn was leading their army, Gandalf, Gimli, Willow and Legolas on his tail. The Slayerettes were not far behind, waiting for the redhead's order to go back and use the rocket launcher on everything moving with a black cloak on.
Whispering voices could be heard by the two Elves. The red haired one smiled when hearing the men talk about her. She knew they might be quite puzzled by her sudden appearance and also a bit scared because of the display of power her and her friends had shown upon arriving on the battlefield the day before. She almost laughed when one of them even thought she was the sorceress from the Lothlorien woods. Willow was flattered to be close enough to Galadriel for the warriors.
"Willow." A horse walked close to her. "Take this," Legolas said. He gave her a silver sword with beautiful engravings on it. It was a blessing in elvish. "I hide it in my boot. It was a gift from my mother before leaving Mirkwood for Rivendell. I want you to have it."
"It's beautiful," she whispered. She put her hand in Legolas'. "Thanks."
Looking down, the Elf frowned. "Willow, where did you get this?"
On her index finger, she still wore her family crest. He was examining the silver ring attentivly. "It's my family crest. My grand mother gave it to me before she died when I was little. Why?"
He looked deep into her green eyes, then shook his head. "It's probably nothing." They continued to ride in comfortable silence, enjoying the feeling of the other's hand, the closest contact they could have for the moment.
When the sun left its place to the moon, Aragorn halted the army and the men quickly built a camp. Several small fires were burning with oranges flames through the entire camp. Spring was coming slowly, but it was still chilling at night. Spike was the only one who didn't need fire, mostly because he didn't have body heat. Willow and Legolas were leaving the fire, holding hands, going deep into the forest.
Buffy blew on her cold fingers. "I don't know how they can still walk. My legs are frozen and I can't seem to think straight," she said while looking at the couple leaving the army for the intimacy of the woods. "What is it with Elves and trees anyway?"
Spike chuckled lightly. "They don't really know it. Nobody does. They do it unconsciously. Right now, it is mostly 'what is it with Elves and seas anyway'. Their people are leaving Middle-earth on boats. Legends says there was a time when they were more than men. Things changed. Elvish blood is rare. Trees is a safe thing because it doesn't mean water. It is the only thing that links them on the continent in a way." Even with is better eyesight, he couldn't distinguish the two Elves quickly fading in darkness, swallowed by the mist surrounding the woods. He turned back and sat down with the rest of the Slayerettes in front of the fire. "Their race started in woods and they are still attached to forests. They feel safe."
Gimli joined them. "You should have seen Legolas when we saw Fangorn for the first time. I never thought I would one day see him giddy." Then, he frowned. "But then, he saw the ocean." The Dwarf paused. "He won't forget it and one day, I have no doubts he and Willow will sail for the hidden island of Elves lost in the mist of the sea."
Xander lowered his gaze and sighed. Anya glanced at him. Never before had she seen him this serious. She knew what was wrong. She felt that way too when thinking about it. She was fastly growing on the redhead and she was going to miss her. Xander lift up his head. "She won't be coming back with us," he stated, already resigned that his best friend wasn't going to step back into the portal. There was no way now that's she'd leave Legolas behind.
"She won't."
Behind them stood Gandalf. He had startled them with his deep voice. They hadn't heard him approaching the fire. "I talked to her last night after you all went to bed. She will stay in Middle-earth with us."
"That is what I feared," Giles whispered. The small witch had been a great student, a wonderful *daughter* and an even better *mother* to the Slayerettes. She was the brain of their group and the most reasonable one. She had been the best teacher they could have found in civilities and human relationship... sounding weird seeing that she wasn't human at all. He smiled sadly. "We will miss her."
* * *
A rich laughing voice could be heard through the woods. "There is only you who could find a river in the middle of a dark misty forest at night."
Legolas smiled. "That's why you love me."
"That and a couple other things," Willow replied, eyeing him like a piece of sugar. "You are a delicious Elf, the most handsome one to my opinion." She grabbed his arm possessivly. "I think I'll keep you," she said in amusement. Then added, "But before, you should take a bath!" She pushed him over the edge and he fell heavily in the cold water.
He had been at least two minutes under water and Willow began to worry. [What if he hurt his head? Oh my God!] She walked near the shore. "Legolas!" she cried, panicking. She screamed when an arm shot through the river and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her underneath the water.
The moonlight gave her the chance to see blond hair floating. Bubbles got out of her mouth as she tried to laugh. Legolas and Willow surfaced. The redhead looked down at her soaked black shirt. "This scene looks familiar."
"Gandalf is going to have our heads," he muttered. He looked up at the witch. "I like it when you glow in the moonlight."
She smiled shyly. "I like your ears," she said in amusement. She pulled him down to her and kissed him. He hugged her closer. They wouldn't have much time left for this once they were close enough to the black gates, so they took their sweet time. Finally, Willow stepped back. "We should probably go back."
The two Elves walked back to the camp, anticipating the speech the wizard would probably give them. They passed several fires, men looking at them in wonder. Two soaked Elves were not something you saw every day. Even Gandalf laughed outloud when he saw the lovebirds grinning wickedly.
"You two are incorrigible! It's the second time you come back to me, soaked to the bones and trembling like leaves because you're cold!" He threw them the spare blankets and they wrapped them around their shoulders.
When most of the Slayerettes were asleep, Legolas turned to Willow. "I love you," he whispered.
The redhead snuggled closer to him. "Love you too. Good night, my dear elvish prince of Mirkwood." He chuckled and she smiled, almost imediatly falling asleep.