Title: The Lady of the Rings
Author: eena_angel2001
Email: igrewal@sfu.ca mailto:igrewal@sfu.ca or eena_angel@hotmail.com mailto:eena_angel@hotmail.com
Rating: R
Category: BTVS/LOTR crossover
Pairing: Willow/Other: Willow/Legolas
Spoilers: Wrecked for BTVS, LOTR movie
Summary: crossover between Buffy and Lord of the Rings movie
Disclaimer: I don't own any rights to any of the characters. Joss Whedon owns BTVS, Tolkien owns LOTR
Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
(Excerpt from the book of the Lost Angel)
The Shadows will menace until the arrival of the Lady Firelight
A warrior sorceress too brilliant to defy,
Brought to set all things right,
Even in the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie,
A timeless beauty too strong to fight.
One Lady to aid them, One Lady to guide them,
One Lady to save them and from the darkness free them
To bear to Middle Earth a lasting peace and light.
Chapter One
Willow tossed and turned, wrenching the bed sheets into an intricate puzzle around her. Sweat beads formed on her forehead. To Dawn it seemed like the redhead was in some form of inner combat with herself. Not that it was something new; Willow had been in an inner conflict since "it" happened.
Dawn sighed and turned towards the staircase. That night had shattered her faith in Willow. Not in the forever, "I'll never trust you again" kind of way. But in the "Willow is not perfect, even she will make mistakes" kind of way. It was strange to think about, not to mention scary.
After Buffy died, Willow had been her rock. She had taken care of everything, taken care of everyone- even Spike. Willow thought no one knew that she visited the vampire in his crypt every night during the summer. Dawn knew, she knew Willow was a caring person who couldn't stand by while another silently despaired. Willow was never selfish, until the whole thing with Rack.
Dawn shuddered. The look on Willow's face that night had scared her down to her core. And it made her angry. Not angry at Willow, not angry at Buffy, but angry with herself. How could she have not noticed? Willow was drowning in her magic and Dawn had been clueless. After all the time Willow spent taking care of her, looking out for her, being her family when there was no one else left, Dawn thought she should have noticed. She should have taken care of Willow, but she didn't and Willow fell.
Dawn shook her head. Too many sad thoughts, she needed happy ones now. Dawn may have failed to help Willow before, but that ended now. She would care for Willow like Willow had done for her. And she would start with breakfast.
*****
Willow gasped and shot up in her bed. Her bed sheets were twisted around her body and she was sweating. Her mind raced with images that made no sense to her. Tall, beautiful people from different places calling out to one another, sending power out to one another. Willow felt it string between them, had felt their desperate hope behind it. The magic spread out and along the borders of something quite dark, something very evil.
Willow pressed a hand to her forehead. The withdrawal from magic had left her with many sleepless nights plagued with never ending nightmares, but this was different. It was like a pulling deep within her; she wanted to rush out to those people. They needed her.
Sighing, Willow extradited herself from the sheets and climbed off her bed. Not even in her sleep was she normal. No, she had to dream of strange people and magic. Strange beautiful people, at least in her opinion. The pointy ears may offend others.
*****
"Is it secret? Is it safe?!" implored the gray bearded man, shaking his young charge.
Wordlessly the youth ploughed through his belongings and withdrew the "it" in question. An envelope bearing a simple and alluring ring.
*****
Willow plodded into the kitchen, taking in with alarm the utter chaos within.
"Um, Dawnie," she ventured timidly. The young girl looked over from her position at the stove. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making you breakfast, silly," replied Dawn, eyes twinkling happily. "You looked kind of tired in your bed so I decided to whip up some deliciously invigorating food."
Willow smiled at the teenager. "This deliciously invigorating food wouldn't happen to be Dawnie's famous peanut butter and banana quesidilla, would it?"
Dawn laughed lightly. "No, that whole experiment was bonkers. But I'm still holding to the fact that spatulas are for losers." Whistling cheerfully, the young girl turned back to her stove.
Willow glanced over her shoulder and grinned. Dawn was making blueberry pancakes, Willow's favorite. She looked at the would be chef and tears began pricking her eyes. She didn't deserve such attention. She nearly killed Dawn in her magically induced state. Dawn shouldn't be making her breakfast; it should be the other way around.
Just as Willow was getting ready to take over the whole process, the back door was wrenched open. A smoking blanketed individual ran inside and slammed the door shut again. Cursing profusely, Spike threw off his blanket and began shutting all the blinds in the room.
Willow and Dawn exchanged amused looks. Spike's morning visits were always interesting, to say the least. Willow swore the vampire had some sort of death by fire wish. It was the only explanation for his daily suicidal visitations. Well, only reason besides his identically suicidal obsession with the Slayer.
"'Ello luvs, what's the what?"
Willow smirked at the British vamp settling down at the kitchen table. "You know Spike," she started amusingly, "most vampires wait for a time in the day that won't end in their spontaneous combustion to visit their friends."
Dawn nodded her head in agreement. "It was what Angel did," she added.
Spike scowled at the mention of his grandsire. "Like the bloody poof knows anything about being a normal vampire. He's the most abnormal vampire in existence."
"Present company excluded?" Willow asked.
Spike smiled his wolfish smile. "I was never normal Red."
"Well Spike," Dawn said, turning back to her cooking station. "You're just in time for blueberry pancakes."
Willow moved next to Dawn. "Sweetie, let me do that," Willow insisted. "You sit down and I'll have them ready in a jiffy."
"Nuh uh," Dawn refused, situating herself between Willow and the food. "You spent all night have withdrawal nightmares, you sit and relax."
"Withdrawal nightmares?" Spike frowned at the redhead. "I thought you said you were over those."
"I am over those," Willow turned to Dawn. "What makes you think I was having withdrawal nightmares?"
Dawn looked sadly over at her friend. "You kept me up all night," she whispered quietly. "You were tossing and turning, not to mention sweating and whimpering. It freaked me out. Even after I climbed into bed with you, the nightmare continued."
Spike glanced over at Willow. "Red, if you're having more nightmares, it's okay to tell us. We want to help."
Willow looked between the two, tears welling up in her eyes. She didn't deserve such good friends. She smiled sadly at them.
"You guys shouldn't worry. It wasn't the withdrawal, it was just a regular nightmare," she frowned slightly at that. "Actually, it wasn't a regular nightmare. I'm not quite sure it even qualifies as a nightmare. It was just random images floating through my mind, they made me uneasy."
"What was it about?"
Willow frowned again. "I'm not sure. There were these people and darkness. It was like they wanted me to stop the darkness or something," she giggled uneasily at that remark. "Me save them? Yeah right, Buffy's the saver. I'm just the saver's assistant."
The three of them laughed over the last comment. Dawn turned happily back to the stove, after shooing Willow away from the breakfast. Willow settled down next to Spike, absently shaking her head, a light smile on her face. Spike grinned knowingly and winked at Willow. It was a "Don't worry, we're all a bit strange" wink. He cast a quick glance over the room.
"So, when's the Slayer getting up?"
*****
"Get off the road!"
At that cry, the four youngsters clamored off the path, concealing themselves in the trunk of a fallen tree. They murmured quietly amongst themselves, but stilled when they heard the approaching horse.
One dared to look up. Through the cracks in the wood, he saw the black horse and the steeled boot of the rider. A chill went through him. The rider was after him, and he was stuck right under its nose.
*****
"So, when's the Slayer gonna be back?"
Willow and Dawn groaned simultaneously. Spike had spent the entire day waiting for Buffy's return. He had accompanied them to the grocery store (in the middle of the afternoon mind you. The cashier nearly had a heart attack when Spike came smoking in).
He followed them to the movie store and to the pizza parlor. He stayed in front of the television with them while they went through movie after movie after movie. All the while asking questions about Buffy.
"Spike," Willow growled threateningly. "I like you and I think this crush you have on Buffy is way adorable, but if you ask one more question about her, I am going to stake to you."
"That goes double for me," Xander added, walking into the room with Anya at his side.
Dawn brightened at the sight of the new arrivals. "What brings you guys over?"
"Well, Willow told me about the vast amount of movies you rented so figured we would come over and watch them. Especially since you already paid for them and we will have to expend no money for the entertainment," Anya stated matter-of-factly.
Xander grimaced at his soon to be wife. "Anh, next time just say we felt like visiting some friends."
Anya frowned. "But that would be lying. I really wanted to have orgasms, but you're always so tired after work. I figured a movie marathon would give you time to recover your strength so we could then-"
"Don't say it!" Willow hastily interrupted. "Don't say it Anya. I don't need that visual while watching movies."
Anya shrugged and plopped down beside Spike. An embarrassed Xander settled down next to her, his face red from her comments.
"So," he started. "How's goes everything at the casa de Slayer?"
"Can't complain," Willow answered. "And as for your real question, I am fine. Magic free for 45 days and counting."
Xander blushed. "I just worry Wills," he muttered.
"I know," she sighed. The sound of a car pulling into the driveway averted everyone's attention. Spike jumped up nervously.
"So, the Slayer's finally home," he babbled.
Willow looked at him in mirth. He looked like an anxious fifteen- year-old boy awaiting the arrival of the prettiest girl in school. He looked like Jesse use to, right before Cordelia entered a room.
Dawn started to rise when she became overwhelmed by dizziness. Something wasn't right.
"Willow?" she called out hesitantly. The redhead turned around and stared. Dawn was glowing, she was glowing a strange blue color.
"Guys!" Willow shrieked. The others turned to face Dawn, stopping in their tracks.
The key had been activated.
****
Willow was becoming frantic. Anya raced outside to get Buffy. Xander and Spike were moving Dawn to lie on the couch. Willow turned to the living room table, reaching for the research books lying on it.
Then she felt it. The pull, the one from her dream. Only it wasn't mental, it was physical.
She turned to her friends. Buffy and Anya had come back in, Buffy hysterical over her sister.
"GUYS!" Willow screamed again. Everyone snapped their heads her way. Spike started moving to her.
Willow tried to move towards him, but the pull wrenched her away. She flew backwards a few feet. The room quieted. Willow turned pleading eyes on her friends. Spike moved forward again and again Willow was thrown back.
"Willow!" Came the scream from Dawn. The blue glow was leaving her; it was rushing towards the redhead. It gathered behind her, forming a swirling blue hole.
Time stopped. Willow faced the hole and knew, it was here for her. She turned back to her friends. She saw fear etched on their faces. Spike had vamped out. Growling he charged towards his friend.
Willow felt the pull ripping through her. She let out a wordless scream as she was wrenched backwards into the hole. The last thing she saw were her friends, rushing over to the hole.
And then, all was black.
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Author: eena_angel2001
Email: igrewal@sfu.ca mailto:igrewal@sfu.ca or eena_angel@hotmail.com mailto:eena_angel@hotmail.com
Rating: R
Category: BTVS/LOTR crossover
Pairing: Willow/Other: Willow/Legolas
Spoilers: Wrecked for BTVS, LOTR movie
Summary: crossover between Buffy and Lord of the Rings movie
Disclaimer: I don't own any rights to any of the characters. Joss Whedon owns BTVS, Tolkien owns LOTR
Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
(Excerpt from the book of the Lost Angel)
The Shadows will menace until the arrival of the Lady Firelight
A warrior sorceress too brilliant to defy,
Brought to set all things right,
Even in the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie,
A timeless beauty too strong to fight.
One Lady to aid them, One Lady to guide them,
One Lady to save them and from the darkness free them
To bear to Middle Earth a lasting peace and light.
Chapter One
Willow tossed and turned, wrenching the bed sheets into an intricate puzzle around her. Sweat beads formed on her forehead. To Dawn it seemed like the redhead was in some form of inner combat with herself. Not that it was something new; Willow had been in an inner conflict since "it" happened.
Dawn sighed and turned towards the staircase. That night had shattered her faith in Willow. Not in the forever, "I'll never trust you again" kind of way. But in the "Willow is not perfect, even she will make mistakes" kind of way. It was strange to think about, not to mention scary.
After Buffy died, Willow had been her rock. She had taken care of everything, taken care of everyone- even Spike. Willow thought no one knew that she visited the vampire in his crypt every night during the summer. Dawn knew, she knew Willow was a caring person who couldn't stand by while another silently despaired. Willow was never selfish, until the whole thing with Rack.
Dawn shuddered. The look on Willow's face that night had scared her down to her core. And it made her angry. Not angry at Willow, not angry at Buffy, but angry with herself. How could she have not noticed? Willow was drowning in her magic and Dawn had been clueless. After all the time Willow spent taking care of her, looking out for her, being her family when there was no one else left, Dawn thought she should have noticed. She should have taken care of Willow, but she didn't and Willow fell.
Dawn shook her head. Too many sad thoughts, she needed happy ones now. Dawn may have failed to help Willow before, but that ended now. She would care for Willow like Willow had done for her. And she would start with breakfast.
*****
Willow gasped and shot up in her bed. Her bed sheets were twisted around her body and she was sweating. Her mind raced with images that made no sense to her. Tall, beautiful people from different places calling out to one another, sending power out to one another. Willow felt it string between them, had felt their desperate hope behind it. The magic spread out and along the borders of something quite dark, something very evil.
Willow pressed a hand to her forehead. The withdrawal from magic had left her with many sleepless nights plagued with never ending nightmares, but this was different. It was like a pulling deep within her; she wanted to rush out to those people. They needed her.
Sighing, Willow extradited herself from the sheets and climbed off her bed. Not even in her sleep was she normal. No, she had to dream of strange people and magic. Strange beautiful people, at least in her opinion. The pointy ears may offend others.
*****
"Is it secret? Is it safe?!" implored the gray bearded man, shaking his young charge.
Wordlessly the youth ploughed through his belongings and withdrew the "it" in question. An envelope bearing a simple and alluring ring.
*****
Willow plodded into the kitchen, taking in with alarm the utter chaos within.
"Um, Dawnie," she ventured timidly. The young girl looked over from her position at the stove. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making you breakfast, silly," replied Dawn, eyes twinkling happily. "You looked kind of tired in your bed so I decided to whip up some deliciously invigorating food."
Willow smiled at the teenager. "This deliciously invigorating food wouldn't happen to be Dawnie's famous peanut butter and banana quesidilla, would it?"
Dawn laughed lightly. "No, that whole experiment was bonkers. But I'm still holding to the fact that spatulas are for losers." Whistling cheerfully, the young girl turned back to her stove.
Willow glanced over her shoulder and grinned. Dawn was making blueberry pancakes, Willow's favorite. She looked at the would be chef and tears began pricking her eyes. She didn't deserve such attention. She nearly killed Dawn in her magically induced state. Dawn shouldn't be making her breakfast; it should be the other way around.
Just as Willow was getting ready to take over the whole process, the back door was wrenched open. A smoking blanketed individual ran inside and slammed the door shut again. Cursing profusely, Spike threw off his blanket and began shutting all the blinds in the room.
Willow and Dawn exchanged amused looks. Spike's morning visits were always interesting, to say the least. Willow swore the vampire had some sort of death by fire wish. It was the only explanation for his daily suicidal visitations. Well, only reason besides his identically suicidal obsession with the Slayer.
"'Ello luvs, what's the what?"
Willow smirked at the British vamp settling down at the kitchen table. "You know Spike," she started amusingly, "most vampires wait for a time in the day that won't end in their spontaneous combustion to visit their friends."
Dawn nodded her head in agreement. "It was what Angel did," she added.
Spike scowled at the mention of his grandsire. "Like the bloody poof knows anything about being a normal vampire. He's the most abnormal vampire in existence."
"Present company excluded?" Willow asked.
Spike smiled his wolfish smile. "I was never normal Red."
"Well Spike," Dawn said, turning back to her cooking station. "You're just in time for blueberry pancakes."
Willow moved next to Dawn. "Sweetie, let me do that," Willow insisted. "You sit down and I'll have them ready in a jiffy."
"Nuh uh," Dawn refused, situating herself between Willow and the food. "You spent all night have withdrawal nightmares, you sit and relax."
"Withdrawal nightmares?" Spike frowned at the redhead. "I thought you said you were over those."
"I am over those," Willow turned to Dawn. "What makes you think I was having withdrawal nightmares?"
Dawn looked sadly over at her friend. "You kept me up all night," she whispered quietly. "You were tossing and turning, not to mention sweating and whimpering. It freaked me out. Even after I climbed into bed with you, the nightmare continued."
Spike glanced over at Willow. "Red, if you're having more nightmares, it's okay to tell us. We want to help."
Willow looked between the two, tears welling up in her eyes. She didn't deserve such good friends. She smiled sadly at them.
"You guys shouldn't worry. It wasn't the withdrawal, it was just a regular nightmare," she frowned slightly at that. "Actually, it wasn't a regular nightmare. I'm not quite sure it even qualifies as a nightmare. It was just random images floating through my mind, they made me uneasy."
"What was it about?"
Willow frowned again. "I'm not sure. There were these people and darkness. It was like they wanted me to stop the darkness or something," she giggled uneasily at that remark. "Me save them? Yeah right, Buffy's the saver. I'm just the saver's assistant."
The three of them laughed over the last comment. Dawn turned happily back to the stove, after shooing Willow away from the breakfast. Willow settled down next to Spike, absently shaking her head, a light smile on her face. Spike grinned knowingly and winked at Willow. It was a "Don't worry, we're all a bit strange" wink. He cast a quick glance over the room.
"So, when's the Slayer getting up?"
*****
"Get off the road!"
At that cry, the four youngsters clamored off the path, concealing themselves in the trunk of a fallen tree. They murmured quietly amongst themselves, but stilled when they heard the approaching horse.
One dared to look up. Through the cracks in the wood, he saw the black horse and the steeled boot of the rider. A chill went through him. The rider was after him, and he was stuck right under its nose.
*****
"So, when's the Slayer gonna be back?"
Willow and Dawn groaned simultaneously. Spike had spent the entire day waiting for Buffy's return. He had accompanied them to the grocery store (in the middle of the afternoon mind you. The cashier nearly had a heart attack when Spike came smoking in).
He followed them to the movie store and to the pizza parlor. He stayed in front of the television with them while they went through movie after movie after movie. All the while asking questions about Buffy.
"Spike," Willow growled threateningly. "I like you and I think this crush you have on Buffy is way adorable, but if you ask one more question about her, I am going to stake to you."
"That goes double for me," Xander added, walking into the room with Anya at his side.
Dawn brightened at the sight of the new arrivals. "What brings you guys over?"
"Well, Willow told me about the vast amount of movies you rented so figured we would come over and watch them. Especially since you already paid for them and we will have to expend no money for the entertainment," Anya stated matter-of-factly.
Xander grimaced at his soon to be wife. "Anh, next time just say we felt like visiting some friends."
Anya frowned. "But that would be lying. I really wanted to have orgasms, but you're always so tired after work. I figured a movie marathon would give you time to recover your strength so we could then-"
"Don't say it!" Willow hastily interrupted. "Don't say it Anya. I don't need that visual while watching movies."
Anya shrugged and plopped down beside Spike. An embarrassed Xander settled down next to her, his face red from her comments.
"So," he started. "How's goes everything at the casa de Slayer?"
"Can't complain," Willow answered. "And as for your real question, I am fine. Magic free for 45 days and counting."
Xander blushed. "I just worry Wills," he muttered.
"I know," she sighed. The sound of a car pulling into the driveway averted everyone's attention. Spike jumped up nervously.
"So, the Slayer's finally home," he babbled.
Willow looked at him in mirth. He looked like an anxious fifteen- year-old boy awaiting the arrival of the prettiest girl in school. He looked like Jesse use to, right before Cordelia entered a room.
Dawn started to rise when she became overwhelmed by dizziness. Something wasn't right.
"Willow?" she called out hesitantly. The redhead turned around and stared. Dawn was glowing, she was glowing a strange blue color.
"Guys!" Willow shrieked. The others turned to face Dawn, stopping in their tracks.
The key had been activated.
****
Willow was becoming frantic. Anya raced outside to get Buffy. Xander and Spike were moving Dawn to lie on the couch. Willow turned to the living room table, reaching for the research books lying on it.
Then she felt it. The pull, the one from her dream. Only it wasn't mental, it was physical.
She turned to her friends. Buffy and Anya had come back in, Buffy hysterical over her sister.
"GUYS!" Willow screamed again. Everyone snapped their heads her way. Spike started moving to her.
Willow tried to move towards him, but the pull wrenched her away. She flew backwards a few feet. The room quieted. Willow turned pleading eyes on her friends. Spike moved forward again and again Willow was thrown back.
"Willow!" Came the scream from Dawn. The blue glow was leaving her; it was rushing towards the redhead. It gathered behind her, forming a swirling blue hole.
Time stopped. Willow faced the hole and knew, it was here for her. She turned back to her friends. She saw fear etched on their faces. Spike had vamped out. Growling he charged towards his friend.
Willow felt the pull ripping through her. She let out a wordless scream as she was wrenched backwards into the hole. The last thing she saw were her friends, rushing over to the hole.
And then, all was black.
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