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 :)
**************************************************************************** *********** "Ooommpppff" Willow said as she landed on her back throwing all the air out of her lungs. Arching her back she used her weight to propel her back onto her feet. Sliding her foot under her sword she kicked upwards and grabbed the hilt of the sword. She swung it a couple of times to make sure nothing was wrong with it and then swung the sword at her opponent.
Blocking her move, he swung the sword around to try and hit her arm. Willow countered this by bringing her sword close into her body, at the same time she swung her leg around to hit the side of his head stunning him slightly. Using this to her advantage, she quickly brought her sword up and swung her other hand out to hit his shoulder and dislodging his sword from his hand.
Quickly and swiftly she kicked out with her left leg at his left knee and brought him down and then swung the sword to sit at his throat.
"Looks like I win." She told him
"That it does Princess. That it does." Doyle told her as he pushed the sword away from his throat "It's times like these I'm glad I'm not alive." He grumbled as he slowly stood up, rubbing at his knee "You always go for the left knee" He mumbled to himself as walked out of the training room. Willow picked up his sword and placed it and her own back in the weapons cabinet before following him.
Walking into the living room, she tried to figure out how long she had been here. Doyle had explained to her that time passed different in this dimension, weeks and months could pass here, but only days would pass on earth. She had been so scared when she had arrived here, not knowing what the powers had in mind for her. Luckily Doyle had sat her down and explained everything to her.
They wanted to train her in combat, magics and how to control her gifts. She wasn't judged for what she had done, Doyle had told her that even the greatest of warriors and heroes had something to atone for somewhere in their past. The control had been the hardest for her to achieve, the lessons hard and gruelling for her. Willow had been amazed during her first lesson that it was an Oracle that would teach her.
However after the first lesson she realised that the Oracle was the best person to teach her about control. As each and every day they had to exercise a tremendous amount of control not to interfere in mortals affairs. She couldn't believe what Buffy or Cordelia had told her about them, that they were cold and uninterested in mortals. The oracles were not allowed to interfere, they could only help and guide them and that was what she would have to do.
Though she would be allowed to interfere more than the Oracles could, which was something she was glad of. From what she had been allowed to see of Frodo and his friends she knew she would become attached to them. Doyle knew this would happen, she was just that sort of person, and she cared about people. Because of this Doyle had made sure she was taught how to heal with her magics, allowing her to help them if needed. Willow looked at the mirror that allowed her to see Frodo, passing her hand across it she watched as Frodo and Sam set off from the Shire. At this Willow knew that she would soon be leaving to help them. Standing up she went into the kitchen to find Doyle.
Doyle looked over his shoulder as he heard her come in. She was a smart on this one, unlike the Slayer; she knew that it was time. "You always did figure thinks out before most people Red." He told her. Willow smiled and shrugged.
"I knew it was coming, don't know how just did." She said quietly
Doyle smiled "Always knew there was a bit of the seer in you. Come on lets go get you kited out." He said as he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards another part of the house.
Willow gawked as she entered the room; it was filled with every imaginable weapon and some she didn't think even Giles knew about. Doyle walked about the room trying to decide what to give her; he looked over the clothes for her to wear. He knew that she would be able to change outfits as she wished, but whatever he choose for her would be how they would see her for most of the time. He walked by all the dresses in the pale colours, she needed something vibrant and colourful. He smiled and stopped in front of a dress, perfect he thought.
Willow looked down at the dress that she had one and then at Doyle. "I'm not sure about this." She told him with a hint of worry in her voice
Doyle looked at her and considered what she said. The dress fell to her ankles, allowing everyone to see her red sandals pepping out from underneath. The dress was a bright emerald green that was off the shoulders, the top, waist and cuffs were trimmed in the same red as her sandals. She wore a cloak over the dress of red and green, one shoulder and arm was complete covered in the red. While the other side had a strip of green fabric running across it and over her back to meet the rest of the cloak. It buttoned together with a gold button, while around her neck she wore a simple chain with a red pendent hanging from it.
"I think it is perfect." Doyle told her truthfully "You can change the outfit if you need to. All you have to do is imagine the clothes in your head and wish it so."
Willow looked at the dress and then back at Doyle "Ok I'll wear it. I'm just not used to wearing anything like this."
Doyle smiled "Don't worry you will get used to it. Are you ready for this?"
Willow took a deep breath and fixed her dress "As ready as I will ever be."
"Just remember that no one can see you unless you want them to. Trust your heart, as it will not guide you wrong. Influence them and make suggestions that they will think their own and only appear to them if it is necessary." Doyle told her as he walked over to her.
"I will, you taught me well Doyle. Don't worry." She told him with a half smile on her face. Doyle reached over and hugged her for a minute before letting go and standing back to watch as she disappeared.
"May the Powers be with you Red." He said to the now empty room.
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 :)
**************************************************************************** *********** "Ooommpppff" Willow said as she landed on her back throwing all the air out of her lungs. Arching her back she used her weight to propel her back onto her feet. Sliding her foot under her sword she kicked upwards and grabbed the hilt of the sword. She swung it a couple of times to make sure nothing was wrong with it and then swung the sword at her opponent.
Blocking her move, he swung the sword around to try and hit her arm. Willow countered this by bringing her sword close into her body, at the same time she swung her leg around to hit the side of his head stunning him slightly. Using this to her advantage, she quickly brought her sword up and swung her other hand out to hit his shoulder and dislodging his sword from his hand.
Quickly and swiftly she kicked out with her left leg at his left knee and brought him down and then swung the sword to sit at his throat.
"Looks like I win." She told him
"That it does Princess. That it does." Doyle told her as he pushed the sword away from his throat "It's times like these I'm glad I'm not alive." He grumbled as he slowly stood up, rubbing at his knee "You always go for the left knee" He mumbled to himself as walked out of the training room. Willow picked up his sword and placed it and her own back in the weapons cabinet before following him.
Walking into the living room, she tried to figure out how long she had been here. Doyle had explained to her that time passed different in this dimension, weeks and months could pass here, but only days would pass on earth. She had been so scared when she had arrived here, not knowing what the powers had in mind for her. Luckily Doyle had sat her down and explained everything to her.
They wanted to train her in combat, magics and how to control her gifts. She wasn't judged for what she had done, Doyle had told her that even the greatest of warriors and heroes had something to atone for somewhere in their past. The control had been the hardest for her to achieve, the lessons hard and gruelling for her. Willow had been amazed during her first lesson that it was an Oracle that would teach her.
However after the first lesson she realised that the Oracle was the best person to teach her about control. As each and every day they had to exercise a tremendous amount of control not to interfere in mortals affairs. She couldn't believe what Buffy or Cordelia had told her about them, that they were cold and uninterested in mortals. The oracles were not allowed to interfere, they could only help and guide them and that was what she would have to do.
Though she would be allowed to interfere more than the Oracles could, which was something she was glad of. From what she had been allowed to see of Frodo and his friends she knew she would become attached to them. Doyle knew this would happen, she was just that sort of person, and she cared about people. Because of this Doyle had made sure she was taught how to heal with her magics, allowing her to help them if needed. Willow looked at the mirror that allowed her to see Frodo, passing her hand across it she watched as Frodo and Sam set off from the Shire. At this Willow knew that she would soon be leaving to help them. Standing up she went into the kitchen to find Doyle.
Doyle looked over his shoulder as he heard her come in. She was a smart on this one, unlike the Slayer; she knew that it was time. "You always did figure thinks out before most people Red." He told her. Willow smiled and shrugged.
"I knew it was coming, don't know how just did." She said quietly
Doyle smiled "Always knew there was a bit of the seer in you. Come on lets go get you kited out." He said as he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards another part of the house.
Willow gawked as she entered the room; it was filled with every imaginable weapon and some she didn't think even Giles knew about. Doyle walked about the room trying to decide what to give her; he looked over the clothes for her to wear. He knew that she would be able to change outfits as she wished, but whatever he choose for her would be how they would see her for most of the time. He walked by all the dresses in the pale colours, she needed something vibrant and colourful. He smiled and stopped in front of a dress, perfect he thought.
Willow looked down at the dress that she had one and then at Doyle. "I'm not sure about this." She told him with a hint of worry in her voice
Doyle looked at her and considered what she said. The dress fell to her ankles, allowing everyone to see her red sandals pepping out from underneath. The dress was a bright emerald green that was off the shoulders, the top, waist and cuffs were trimmed in the same red as her sandals. She wore a cloak over the dress of red and green, one shoulder and arm was complete covered in the red. While the other side had a strip of green fabric running across it and over her back to meet the rest of the cloak. It buttoned together with a gold button, while around her neck she wore a simple chain with a red pendent hanging from it.
"I think it is perfect." Doyle told her truthfully "You can change the outfit if you need to. All you have to do is imagine the clothes in your head and wish it so."
Willow looked at the dress and then back at Doyle "Ok I'll wear it. I'm just not used to wearing anything like this."
Doyle smiled "Don't worry you will get used to it. Are you ready for this?"
Willow took a deep breath and fixed her dress "As ready as I will ever be."
"Just remember that no one can see you unless you want them to. Trust your heart, as it will not guide you wrong. Influence them and make suggestions that they will think their own and only appear to them if it is necessary." Doyle told her as he walked over to her.
"I will, you taught me well Doyle. Don't worry." She told him with a half smile on her face. Doyle reached over and hugged her for a minute before letting go and standing back to watch as she disappeared.
"May the Powers be with you Red." He said to the now empty room.