Author: Lucinda
rating: pg
pairing: Willow/Legolas (LotR) #111 on Quickie Challenge list found at http://quickie.moonlightpaths.com
disclaimer: I do not own anyone from Sunnydale, Middle Earth, or the production/distribution rights to either.
distribution: NHA, WLS, Twisting the Hellmouth, yourmission, Bite Me, please, Serena's. Anyone else, ask first.
Willow sighed, letting her history textbook fall to the ground beside her. She was leaning against a tree on one of the more remote corners of the Sunnydale university campus, somewhere that she could almost forget about the Hellmouth and demons.
If she closed her eyes and relaxed, she could pretend that she was somewhere else entirely. After all, it wasn't as if things here were that wonderful. Oz had cheated on her and run away. Her friends had more or less abandoned her, not wanting to be dragged into the despair and misery that she'd been suffering.
He had been the one to pull her out of that despair. Legolas, her wonderful elven love, the Prince of Mirkwood, with his sunlight hair and jewel like eyes.
She closed her eyes, picturing him here with her, a basket of food sitting beside him on a soft grey blanket. Soft warm bread, delicately seasoned meats and exotic fruits were delicious, but not as good as the taste of honey spread over his fingers. His kisses were intoxicating.
They'd taken sunlight walks through a forest older than anything she'd ever imagined, the fading melody of creation still echoed in the silence, the weight of centuries, millennia of history turning the air into something like a sweet syrup, filled with the scents of the forest, richer and more potent than anywhere else.
They'd walked in an elven city, gleaming like silver under the light of the moon and unfamiliar stars. Listened to elven singers, the words of their songs bringing tears to Willow's eyes from the sheer beauty of the music. He was there for her, always pleased to see her, always willing to give her a hug or a kiss if she felt sad.
His people understood magic, knowing that the forces called 'magic' were truly the echoes of the song of creation, the power something that could be touched and persuaded to accomplish things. They had been studying these mysteries for thousands of years, not just as a people, but some of the very same individuals. Her power would not make her a freak there, and she could have the finest teachers that anyone could desire.
Her dreams were filled with him, and the time alone was becoming almost unbearable. There was nothing left for her in Sunnydale. Her parents were rarely home, her friends had abandoned her, and the Initiative could provide Buffy with all the information or backup that she needed. Nobody needed Willow anymore.
She sighed, her mind seeing him standing in the warm sunlight, shining on his hair and the string of his bow. His clothing was in soft browns and greens, the colors of the forest, and he almost vanished among the trees, standing out only by the power of his elven vitality. He was perfection.
If she could have a future with him, life would be wonderful. She would never need to wonder if she were loved, and his sweet kisses would chase away any doubts that she might experience. They would live in a graceful home surrounded by the beauty of nature. And he would never leave her, never abandon her to the pain of loneliness.
If only she could find him outside of her dreams, the dreams that she had been retreating to more and more often lately. If only the pull towards him that she'd felt in her dreams would manifest in her waking life, a pull that would let her find him no matter where he was.
If only he were here, on Earth instead of Middle Earth... assuming that she hadn't slid into the edges of madness from her grief. If only she could find that happiness in reality.
if only...
A hand touched her shoulder, and her eyes flew open in surprise.
"I've been looking all over for you, Willow. Giles wants us to go to the Magic Box pronto, there's some big evil to research." Buffy was there, her presence dispelling the last wisps of wishful dreaming.
If only he were really here, instead of just a lovely dream. If only...
end.
rating: pg
pairing: Willow/Legolas (LotR) #111 on Quickie Challenge list found at http://quickie.moonlightpaths.com
disclaimer: I do not own anyone from Sunnydale, Middle Earth, or the production/distribution rights to either.
distribution: NHA, WLS, Twisting the Hellmouth, yourmission, Bite Me, please, Serena's. Anyone else, ask first.
Willow sighed, letting her history textbook fall to the ground beside her. She was leaning against a tree on one of the more remote corners of the Sunnydale university campus, somewhere that she could almost forget about the Hellmouth and demons.
If she closed her eyes and relaxed, she could pretend that she was somewhere else entirely. After all, it wasn't as if things here were that wonderful. Oz had cheated on her and run away. Her friends had more or less abandoned her, not wanting to be dragged into the despair and misery that she'd been suffering.
He had been the one to pull her out of that despair. Legolas, her wonderful elven love, the Prince of Mirkwood, with his sunlight hair and jewel like eyes.
She closed her eyes, picturing him here with her, a basket of food sitting beside him on a soft grey blanket. Soft warm bread, delicately seasoned meats and exotic fruits were delicious, but not as good as the taste of honey spread over his fingers. His kisses were intoxicating.
They'd taken sunlight walks through a forest older than anything she'd ever imagined, the fading melody of creation still echoed in the silence, the weight of centuries, millennia of history turning the air into something like a sweet syrup, filled with the scents of the forest, richer and more potent than anywhere else.
They'd walked in an elven city, gleaming like silver under the light of the moon and unfamiliar stars. Listened to elven singers, the words of their songs bringing tears to Willow's eyes from the sheer beauty of the music. He was there for her, always pleased to see her, always willing to give her a hug or a kiss if she felt sad.
His people understood magic, knowing that the forces called 'magic' were truly the echoes of the song of creation, the power something that could be touched and persuaded to accomplish things. They had been studying these mysteries for thousands of years, not just as a people, but some of the very same individuals. Her power would not make her a freak there, and she could have the finest teachers that anyone could desire.
Her dreams were filled with him, and the time alone was becoming almost unbearable. There was nothing left for her in Sunnydale. Her parents were rarely home, her friends had abandoned her, and the Initiative could provide Buffy with all the information or backup that she needed. Nobody needed Willow anymore.
She sighed, her mind seeing him standing in the warm sunlight, shining on his hair and the string of his bow. His clothing was in soft browns and greens, the colors of the forest, and he almost vanished among the trees, standing out only by the power of his elven vitality. He was perfection.
If she could have a future with him, life would be wonderful. She would never need to wonder if she were loved, and his sweet kisses would chase away any doubts that she might experience. They would live in a graceful home surrounded by the beauty of nature. And he would never leave her, never abandon her to the pain of loneliness.
If only she could find him outside of her dreams, the dreams that she had been retreating to more and more often lately. If only the pull towards him that she'd felt in her dreams would manifest in her waking life, a pull that would let her find him no matter where he was.
If only he were here, on Earth instead of Middle Earth... assuming that she hadn't slid into the edges of madness from her grief. If only she could find that happiness in reality.
if only...
A hand touched her shoulder, and her eyes flew open in surprise.
"I've been looking all over for you, Willow. Giles wants us to go to the Magic Box pronto, there's some big evil to research." Buffy was there, her presence dispelling the last wisps of wishful dreaming.
If only he were really here, instead of just a lovely dream. If only...
end.