"You! You're the lone Elf! The third bearer of the Three!"
"I *was* until I gave my ring to my only daughter. I doubt you are twelve years old so you are not Galia."
Willow rolled her eyes. "Do I look like someone named Galia?" She quickly stepped back and pushed the sword away from her neck. "And I didn't steal her ring so fuck off!" she growled.
Within a moment, the older Elf was attacking her. He imediatly drew blood. Willow cried in pain, holding her ribs. She fell on her knees and the Elf smiled in satisfaction. "I told you I could be deadly and I intend to finish you off after you tell me what you did to Galia."
The wind grew stronger and the forest itself seemed to cry out in fear. The lone Elf looked around him and stopped when he saw the redhead. Slowly standind up, her black eyes were fixed on him, locking with her target. "I gave you the chance to back off," she said calmly. He voice was slightly different, like distortion. "You can't even conceive how deadly *I* can be when pissed!"
"What are you?" the older Elf asked.
"I'm a sorceress, an Elf, the last one, born in the 20th century, brought back in time by higher forces and reunited for the battle of a life time. I am the bearer of the third ring of power, the only one and the last that will ever be in my family line. I am Willow, the descendent of a line of power. And you know what? You almost killed your own as for my great grandmother was called Galia. Deal with it." The magical forces swirling around them suddenly stopped and she fell on her knees, groaning in pain.
"Willow!" A blond Elf ran toward them and crouched down beside the redhead. He took her hands off her ribs and he frowned upon seeing the blood flowing freely from the wound. She cried out in pain when he took her in his arms. "Come on, Willow. We've got to get you back home."
"Legolas," she whispered weakly.
He suddenly saw the other Elf standing near, watching in awe the small redhead. He then noticed the sword with a bit of blood on the tip. His eyes narrowed and he was about to make a move toward him when a small hand reached his face and stroked his cheek.
"Don't," she whispered. "Let it be." Willow looked at the older Elf with a forgiving look in her eyes. "Come with us." She hissed in pain and closed her eyes. She reached back and held on to Legolas. "Damn it! It hurts!"
They ran quickly back to the mansion they were staying in and burst through the doors not five minutes later. Elrond and Haldir startled when not two, but three Elves came inside. The blond one saw the blood on Willow's dress. "What happened?"
Legolas gently put the redhead on a couch and hissed when she groaned in pain. "I'm not sure. You better ask him," he answered, nodding toward the other Elf. The redhead tried to sit, but he pushed her back down. "Lay still," he ordered.
"I love it when you take control," she grinned. She saw Elrond move toward her. "You owe me. I was right. Someone was watching me in the woods. Elrond, meet my ancestor, the third bearer of the elven rings." She laughed softly when she heard them all gasp at the news. She then hit her lover. "Come on, honey. I hurt here. It's time to do some hocus pocus I think."
He nodded and then started the ritual he had well learned in Rivendell. He relaxed when he saw the wound start to close itself. He sighed when Willow stood up, apparently all healed. "You had me worried for a minute."
"I know." She smiled. "I'll try not to do it too often."
She tried to kiss him and she frowned when he held her. "Just a second, Willow. I have something that needs to be settled." He suddenly turned around and slammed his fist on the lone Elf jaw. "I don't know what your deal is, but I suggest you don't try that trick on my mate again."
"Legolas, calm down! He thought I had killed his daughter. Remember, that ring isn't supposed to be mine for another 800 years. My great grandmother was his daughter."
Elrond stepped closer to him. "So, you're the lone Elf."
He rolled his eyes. "Why does everyone keep calling me that? I do have a name, you know."
Haldir cocked his eyebrow. "Well, at least, now we know where your mate got that character. What *is* your name?"
"Tirmindon," a voice answered. Everyone turned toward the redhead. "What? I've heard Galia talk about him once, just before she disappeared. Noone knows what happened to her." She yawned.
"It's time for bed, I think," Legolas said. He took her hand within his and led her toward the stairs. Willow watched Tirmindon, her eyes telling him that they would discuss further the other day.
When they came inside their room, the blond Elf closed the door and turned toward the redhead, a serious look on his face. "Willow, why didn't you tell me you were *that* disturbed by a presence watching you?"
"Why didn't I.... what the hell are you talking about?!" she yelled. "I kept repeating to you, to Elrond, even to Celeborn for God's sake, that I felt someone following me. Did one of you listened? No!" She started walking around the room, her eyes turning black.
Legolas watched her warily, scared that she was going to lose it this time. He had seen it twice, one time in Moria, an other in Mirkwood eleven months before. He did *not* want to see it again. It was dangerous for others as well as for her.
"Stupid males," she muttered to herself. "If I had told Galadriel, I'm sure she would have believed me. Of course, males are always right. They didn't listen to Willow. Of course not! She's just a *young* *female* Elf. She can't be right. Yeah well, next time, maybe you'll listen to what I say. Freaks!" She picked up a chair and threw it over the balcony.
"Willow, calm down," Legolas told her firmly. There was one way to calm her when her instincts were dominating her and it was to control them. "Come here," he ordered. She stepped in his arms and he stroked her hair gently. "I'm sorry, Willow," he whispered. "I should have believed you. Do you forgive me?" He felt her body relax against him. "I'm begging for forgiveness, Willow."
She looked at him with dark green eyes. "You never have to beg me. Never." She kissed him. "You're forgiven." She hugged him tightly. "I love you, Legolas."
He smiled. "I love you too." She yawned again and laughed softly. "You're exausted, Tasar. Go to sleep. I'll keep watch over you."
She smiled upon hearing him call her Tasar. She liked it when he did. He used it only when they were alone. It was her name in Elvish. She slipped under the covers and snuggled in her pillow. "Goodnight, Legolas."
"Goodnight, Willow."
"I *was* until I gave my ring to my only daughter. I doubt you are twelve years old so you are not Galia."
Willow rolled her eyes. "Do I look like someone named Galia?" She quickly stepped back and pushed the sword away from her neck. "And I didn't steal her ring so fuck off!" she growled.
Within a moment, the older Elf was attacking her. He imediatly drew blood. Willow cried in pain, holding her ribs. She fell on her knees and the Elf smiled in satisfaction. "I told you I could be deadly and I intend to finish you off after you tell me what you did to Galia."
The wind grew stronger and the forest itself seemed to cry out in fear. The lone Elf looked around him and stopped when he saw the redhead. Slowly standind up, her black eyes were fixed on him, locking with her target. "I gave you the chance to back off," she said calmly. He voice was slightly different, like distortion. "You can't even conceive how deadly *I* can be when pissed!"
"What are you?" the older Elf asked.
"I'm a sorceress, an Elf, the last one, born in the 20th century, brought back in time by higher forces and reunited for the battle of a life time. I am the bearer of the third ring of power, the only one and the last that will ever be in my family line. I am Willow, the descendent of a line of power. And you know what? You almost killed your own as for my great grandmother was called Galia. Deal with it." The magical forces swirling around them suddenly stopped and she fell on her knees, groaning in pain.
"Willow!" A blond Elf ran toward them and crouched down beside the redhead. He took her hands off her ribs and he frowned upon seeing the blood flowing freely from the wound. She cried out in pain when he took her in his arms. "Come on, Willow. We've got to get you back home."
"Legolas," she whispered weakly.
He suddenly saw the other Elf standing near, watching in awe the small redhead. He then noticed the sword with a bit of blood on the tip. His eyes narrowed and he was about to make a move toward him when a small hand reached his face and stroked his cheek.
"Don't," she whispered. "Let it be." Willow looked at the older Elf with a forgiving look in her eyes. "Come with us." She hissed in pain and closed her eyes. She reached back and held on to Legolas. "Damn it! It hurts!"
They ran quickly back to the mansion they were staying in and burst through the doors not five minutes later. Elrond and Haldir startled when not two, but three Elves came inside. The blond one saw the blood on Willow's dress. "What happened?"
Legolas gently put the redhead on a couch and hissed when she groaned in pain. "I'm not sure. You better ask him," he answered, nodding toward the other Elf. The redhead tried to sit, but he pushed her back down. "Lay still," he ordered.
"I love it when you take control," she grinned. She saw Elrond move toward her. "You owe me. I was right. Someone was watching me in the woods. Elrond, meet my ancestor, the third bearer of the elven rings." She laughed softly when she heard them all gasp at the news. She then hit her lover. "Come on, honey. I hurt here. It's time to do some hocus pocus I think."
He nodded and then started the ritual he had well learned in Rivendell. He relaxed when he saw the wound start to close itself. He sighed when Willow stood up, apparently all healed. "You had me worried for a minute."
"I know." She smiled. "I'll try not to do it too often."
She tried to kiss him and she frowned when he held her. "Just a second, Willow. I have something that needs to be settled." He suddenly turned around and slammed his fist on the lone Elf jaw. "I don't know what your deal is, but I suggest you don't try that trick on my mate again."
"Legolas, calm down! He thought I had killed his daughter. Remember, that ring isn't supposed to be mine for another 800 years. My great grandmother was his daughter."
Elrond stepped closer to him. "So, you're the lone Elf."
He rolled his eyes. "Why does everyone keep calling me that? I do have a name, you know."
Haldir cocked his eyebrow. "Well, at least, now we know where your mate got that character. What *is* your name?"
"Tirmindon," a voice answered. Everyone turned toward the redhead. "What? I've heard Galia talk about him once, just before she disappeared. Noone knows what happened to her." She yawned.
"It's time for bed, I think," Legolas said. He took her hand within his and led her toward the stairs. Willow watched Tirmindon, her eyes telling him that they would discuss further the other day.
When they came inside their room, the blond Elf closed the door and turned toward the redhead, a serious look on his face. "Willow, why didn't you tell me you were *that* disturbed by a presence watching you?"
"Why didn't I.... what the hell are you talking about?!" she yelled. "I kept repeating to you, to Elrond, even to Celeborn for God's sake, that I felt someone following me. Did one of you listened? No!" She started walking around the room, her eyes turning black.
Legolas watched her warily, scared that she was going to lose it this time. He had seen it twice, one time in Moria, an other in Mirkwood eleven months before. He did *not* want to see it again. It was dangerous for others as well as for her.
"Stupid males," she muttered to herself. "If I had told Galadriel, I'm sure she would have believed me. Of course, males are always right. They didn't listen to Willow. Of course not! She's just a *young* *female* Elf. She can't be right. Yeah well, next time, maybe you'll listen to what I say. Freaks!" She picked up a chair and threw it over the balcony.
"Willow, calm down," Legolas told her firmly. There was one way to calm her when her instincts were dominating her and it was to control them. "Come here," he ordered. She stepped in his arms and he stroked her hair gently. "I'm sorry, Willow," he whispered. "I should have believed you. Do you forgive me?" He felt her body relax against him. "I'm begging for forgiveness, Willow."
She looked at him with dark green eyes. "You never have to beg me. Never." She kissed him. "You're forgiven." She hugged him tightly. "I love you, Legolas."
He smiled. "I love you too." She yawned again and laughed softly. "You're exausted, Tasar. Go to sleep. I'll keep watch over you."
She smiled upon hearing him call her Tasar. She liked it when he did. He used it only when they were alone. It was her name in Elvish. She slipped under the covers and snuggled in her pillow. "Goodnight, Legolas."
"Goodnight, Willow."