Title: Wish upon a Hellmouth

Author: Leslie

Rating: PG

Disclaimers: I don't own any of the characters, I am just borrowing them for a bit of fun. Joss owns everything in the Buffyverse. Tolkien and his estate owns all things Middle Earth

A/N: This started out as an answer to Wic's Birthday challenge but my muse and the kind words of others insisted that it should be longer than a one shot deal.  Thanks!

To: Wic, my muse thanks you and I thank you for the wonderful beginning of the idea.  :)

Part 1

"So, no more celebrating birthdays for us?"

"Sounds like a plan, Will. They seem to turn into disasters. I thought it was just a Slayer thing but I think tonight proves that it must be a Hellmouth thing."

Willow had very innocently made a wish while blowing out the candles on the birthday cake that Buffy had made for her. As soon as the words left her mouth she regretted them. Why couldn't Anya take a night off? It was her birthday for God's sake. There should be a clause that wishes didn't count when you blow out birthday candles.

"When we get back you'll turn a blind eye when I kill Anya?" Willow asked.

"Goes without saying, might even help."

Buffy tensed and grabbed Willow's arm. "Do you feel it? There's something coming. Let's go."

Buffy and Willow ran toward the safety of the nearby forest.

Willow felt the magic in the air . . .it was powerful and ancient. Almost as ancient as the Earth.

Willow. Willow glanced around. "Did you hear that, Buffy?"

"No, hear what?"

"I guess it was nothing, I thought I heard someone say my name."

Just then warriors with arrows surrounded them. A man with long light hair made his way through the warriors and towards Buffy. "What are you and why do you trespass here?"

Willow thought of a very slow and torturous death for Anya. Shit, they were in Tolkien's Middle Earth. One stupid wish to see a time when magic and myth were real like in the Lord of the Ring movie and BAM here they were.

"Where's here? And what do you mean what are you?"

"You are in the Realm of the Lady of the Wood. I feel magic from that one though it isn't Elvish magic and something ancient and powerful in you. I ask again, what are you?"

Willow answered before Buffy had a chance to. "That's Buffy and she's from a long line of ancient warriors, that is the power that you are feeling. I'm Willow and I'm a witch, hence the magic. We're not from this time or this realm. I apologize for trespassing but we felt something coming and we entered your woods for safety."

The blonde elf was silent, like he was listening to an inner voice or trying to come to a decision. Finally he said, "I am Haldir of Lorien. Come, the Lady awaits."

"Wouldn't want to keep the Lady waiting would we?" Buffy mumbled.

Willow leaned in to whisper to Buffy, "In the story she's very powerful, maybe she can undo my wish."

"Remind me again how I got sucked into your wish."

"I believe your comment was, 'Mmm, Aragorn. Wish he was real.'" Willow said with a smirk.

A sly look came over Buffy's face, "So does that mean I'm gonna meet Aragorn? Cause if it does, I gotta tell ya, not in too big of a hurry to undo your wish."

"You know of Aragorn?"

Willow jumped at the voice by her ear. Seems Elves were just as stealthy and sneaky as vampires. She hadn't heard Haldir approach.

"We have heard of travelers that carry a powerful Ring."

"How is this possible if you are not from this realm?"

"In our world this is all myth and legend. Their story has been handed down from parent to child."

Haldir held up his hand for silence. He cocked his head to the side listening intently. "Others approach. Wait here."

"Like hell", Buffy mumbled. She and Willow quietly followed behind Haldir.

A voice nearby could be heard, "Here is one dwarf she won't ensnare so easily. I have the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a fox."

The Elven warriors soon had their arrows pointed at the one that spoke and the other travelers.

Not one to stand idly by when there was a fight Buffy jumped into the fray totally ignoring Willow's shout to wait.

Legolas moved his arrow from the Elf he had been aiming for and toward the small blonde woman that suddenly appeared by Frodo's side. Though her hair was the color of Elvenkind he could sense no Elvish blood in her. He did feel ancient power coming from her and he didn't trust it.

Willow saw the elf traveler turn his bow toward Buffy and with resignation knew it just had to be Legolas. Man, Orlando Bloom didn't do him justice she thought. Though he came quite close since no human can be that beautiful. Well this is definitely not going to be a good first impression.

Before Aragorn could speak to Haldir Willow raised her arms and all the bows were forced to point skyward. "Why is it that the first thing people do when they meet strangers is to attack first and ask questions later?"

Frodo turned to Gimli, "Is that the Wicked Elvish Witch?"

Buffy narrowed her eyes at the slight, dark haired hobbit, "No, she's not wicked." Then in a whisper to the Hobbits, "unless you piss her off."

Merry and Pipin gulped while Sam stood a little closer to Frodo.

Aragorn smiled his gratitude to the red head, "she speaks true words Haldir. We have come here for protection."

"Come, we were taking these strangers to also meet the Lady. She is waiting."

Aragorn nodded his head at Willow as he followed Haldir and the other Elves. Gimli just looked at Willow suspiciously as he passed and the hobbits following closely behind gave Willow a wide berth.

Frowning, Willow turned to Buffy and asked "why are they afraid of me? I didn't mean to scare them when I used my magic."

Buffy just smiled innocently at Willow and shrugged.

Legolas, overhearing Willow's question, answered her. "It seems, my lady that your friend was getting a little revenge when Frodo mistakenly asked if you were wicked. But anyone with magical senses can see the beauty that is your soul."

Willow blushed as she smiled. "Sometimes she can be a little overprotective."

Buffy smiled when she overheard the handsome elf flirting with Willow. Maybe this wasn't such a bad wish after all, she thought.

Holding onto Willow's arm she waited until Legolas had walked a little away from them. "So they were the Ring people, huh? Well, gotta say Aragorn is definitely a hottie. But Legolas . . . as much of a hottie as Orlando is, he still isn't as beautiful as Legolas. Must be the Elfness." She continued to watch Aragorn and Legolas walk in front of them. "So, Wills . . . boxers or briefs?"

"W..what?"

"You heard me. Aragorn and Legolas, boxers or briefs?"

Willow smiled. It was amazing that even though they were probably stuck in an alternate reality made by her wish Buffy could still be Buffy.

"Mmm, for Aragorn I'm thinking boxers. Maybe leather boxers. As for your Legolas I think au naturel."

Willow squeaked, "Buffy!"

With a smile Legoals turned around, "I know not these boxers or briefs that you speak of but I can guess." Looking right into Willow's eyes, "your friend is correct . . . on both counts."

Buffy and Willow's eyes glazed over as they pictured Aragorn in boxers and Legolas commando.

Legolas laughed as he followed the others. It was good to laugh again after the pain of Gandalf's fall into shadow.

"So, birthdays aren't so bad?"

"Nope, but I'm thinking we still don't celebrate mine. Yours, on the other hand, is turning out to be pretty good. Still might kill Anya if we get back."

"Goes without saying."