To watch over you
Author - Clara Lou
Disclaimer - Lord of the rings belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien and Buffy and Angel belong to Joss Whedon. Nothing belongs to me
Summary - One person tries to find their redemption by helping others face their destiny.
Pairings - Not sure right now
Spoilers - Lord of the rings: The fellowship of the ring Book/Movie and up to the end of series six of Buffy and Season one of Angel.
Feedback - Please I need to know if you all want another chapter :)
Author's notes - Big thanks to H and Holly for listening to me go on and on about my ideas for this tonight. Also H thanks for helping with the title and spelling.
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Sighing Doyle stopped beside the tree and watched the girl sitting on the bench. The power in her made her a target for all the darkness and evil that lay in Sunnydale. Her innocence did the same thing; funny something she didn't think she had left, drew the darkness to her.
Slowly walking over to her, he sat down beside her "You know it isn't the smartest thing to be sitting out her?" he told her. She stiffened and drew her legs up to her chest.
"It doesn't matter what happens to me. I deserve to die after what I have done." She told him bitterly. Doyle frowned the Powers That Be really needed their heads checked, this girl was so full of guilt and darkness she could give even Angel a run for his money.
"Now Red, that isn't true. Warren deserved what you did to him. True you shouldn't have been the one to do it to him. But he did deserve to be punished, just not at the expense of your innocence and soul." He told her truthfully.
Willow whipped around to look at him "I never told you what I did. How do you know that?" she asked him accursedly. Doyle hid a smile as a hint of her inner fire appeared.
"Lets just say Red I have some powerful friends and they have been watching you for some time. They want you to work for them." He told her waiting to see what her reaction would be.
Willow frowned "Work for them? They're not evil are they?" she asked worriedly "Cause I'm not evil, I don't want to be evil again" she finshed on a sob
Doyle lay a comforting hand on her shoulder "No Princess they aren't. They are the epitome of goodness and light. They're giving you a second chance, giving you a chance for redemption. A chance to fight for the light side as a warrior of the Powers That Be." he told her seriously.
Willow bit her lip and looked up at him "Why would they want me? I'm not a warrior like Buffy or Angel. I'm not even a witch now, not a proper one anyway. Who can trust a witch who has been addicted to dark magic and killed someone to help innocents?" She told him with tears in her eyes.
Doyle felt his heart break for the young women in front of him. So young and already she had experience more heartbreak and pain than people twice her age. "They know what they are doing Red. I wouldn't be offering you this chance if they didn't trust you and believe in you. But you have to know now that there will be times where you will be tempted to use the dark arts again and people will try to tempt you as well. If for one second you don't think you could resist then tell me now before we start anything." He told her sombrely
Willow looked out at the trees that were dotted around the park; they looked so different in the night. So many things that seemed safe in the light became scary and twisted in the darkness. Just like her she thought with a twisted smile and her magic. Her magic had helped her do so many good things, giving Angel his soul, and bad things like killing Warren. She shivered as the memories of that night came to flooding back, even now after all the training she had received Buffy and Xander didn't trust her. Turning to the guy sitting next to her, she smiled slightly.
"Emm ok..I don't even know your name." She told him lamely. Doyle smiled at her.
"Doyle at your service My Lady." He told her happily. Willow smiled slightly and chocked back a small laugh
"Well then Doyle I accept your offer." She told him sealing her fate.
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Far off in another land, another unlike person was accepting their fate; they just like the red head didn't know it yet. Taking the envelop from Gandalf, Frodo frowned at it. Why was Gandalf so upset over such a small thing?
Frodo watched as Gandalf left in a hurry, slamming the door to Bag End as he left. Sitting down he twirled the envelope in his hands and stared at it as he did. Shaking his head he stood up and walked over to the chest by the fire. Opening the chest he placed the envelope on top of the contents, he started to close the lid and stopped. Picking up the envelope, he pulled half of the contents out and placed them on the floor. Taking the envelope he buried them beneath the remaining clothes and parchment, before putting the rest of the contents back in the trunk.
Slamming the lid shut, he slowly stood up and walked away from the trunk. Standing in the hall he turned to look at the trunk. Shaking his head to lose the strange feeling he felt he walked off down the hall to bed, dismissing the feeling as fatigue.
Author - Clara Lou
Disclaimer - Lord of the rings belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien and Buffy and Angel belong to Joss Whedon. Nothing belongs to me
Summary - One person tries to find their redemption by helping others face their destiny.
Pairings - Not sure right now
Spoilers - Lord of the rings: The fellowship of the ring Book/Movie and up to the end of series six of Buffy and Season one of Angel.
Feedback - Please I need to know if you all want another chapter :)
Author's notes - Big thanks to H and Holly for listening to me go on and on about my ideas for this tonight. Also H thanks for helping with the title and spelling.
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Sighing Doyle stopped beside the tree and watched the girl sitting on the bench. The power in her made her a target for all the darkness and evil that lay in Sunnydale. Her innocence did the same thing; funny something she didn't think she had left, drew the darkness to her.
Slowly walking over to her, he sat down beside her "You know it isn't the smartest thing to be sitting out her?" he told her. She stiffened and drew her legs up to her chest.
"It doesn't matter what happens to me. I deserve to die after what I have done." She told him bitterly. Doyle frowned the Powers That Be really needed their heads checked, this girl was so full of guilt and darkness she could give even Angel a run for his money.
"Now Red, that isn't true. Warren deserved what you did to him. True you shouldn't have been the one to do it to him. But he did deserve to be punished, just not at the expense of your innocence and soul." He told her truthfully.
Willow whipped around to look at him "I never told you what I did. How do you know that?" she asked him accursedly. Doyle hid a smile as a hint of her inner fire appeared.
"Lets just say Red I have some powerful friends and they have been watching you for some time. They want you to work for them." He told her waiting to see what her reaction would be.
Willow frowned "Work for them? They're not evil are they?" she asked worriedly "Cause I'm not evil, I don't want to be evil again" she finshed on a sob
Doyle lay a comforting hand on her shoulder "No Princess they aren't. They are the epitome of goodness and light. They're giving you a second chance, giving you a chance for redemption. A chance to fight for the light side as a warrior of the Powers That Be." he told her seriously.
Willow bit her lip and looked up at him "Why would they want me? I'm not a warrior like Buffy or Angel. I'm not even a witch now, not a proper one anyway. Who can trust a witch who has been addicted to dark magic and killed someone to help innocents?" She told him with tears in her eyes.
Doyle felt his heart break for the young women in front of him. So young and already she had experience more heartbreak and pain than people twice her age. "They know what they are doing Red. I wouldn't be offering you this chance if they didn't trust you and believe in you. But you have to know now that there will be times where you will be tempted to use the dark arts again and people will try to tempt you as well. If for one second you don't think you could resist then tell me now before we start anything." He told her sombrely
Willow looked out at the trees that were dotted around the park; they looked so different in the night. So many things that seemed safe in the light became scary and twisted in the darkness. Just like her she thought with a twisted smile and her magic. Her magic had helped her do so many good things, giving Angel his soul, and bad things like killing Warren. She shivered as the memories of that night came to flooding back, even now after all the training she had received Buffy and Xander didn't trust her. Turning to the guy sitting next to her, she smiled slightly.
"Emm ok..I don't even know your name." She told him lamely. Doyle smiled at her.
"Doyle at your service My Lady." He told her happily. Willow smiled slightly and chocked back a small laugh
"Well then Doyle I accept your offer." She told him sealing her fate.
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Far off in another land, another unlike person was accepting their fate; they just like the red head didn't know it yet. Taking the envelop from Gandalf, Frodo frowned at it. Why was Gandalf so upset over such a small thing?
Frodo watched as Gandalf left in a hurry, slamming the door to Bag End as he left. Sitting down he twirled the envelope in his hands and stared at it as he did. Shaking his head he stood up and walked over to the chest by the fire. Opening the chest he placed the envelope on top of the contents, he started to close the lid and stopped. Picking up the envelope, he pulled half of the contents out and placed them on the floor. Taking the envelope he buried them beneath the remaining clothes and parchment, before putting the rest of the contents back in the trunk.
Slamming the lid shut, he slowly stood up and walked away from the trunk. Standing in the hall he turned to look at the trunk. Shaking his head to lose the strange feeling he felt he walked off down the hall to bed, dismissing the feeling as fatigue.