Buffy's Dream
Author: Lucinda
rating: pg 13
main characters: Buffy, Legolas
disclaimer: I own nobody from BtVS, and nobody from Lord of the Rings
distribution: If you want it, ask. I'll probably say yes.
summary: Anya found a spell to allow Buffy, Cordelia & Willow dream themselves into the movie 'Lord of the Rings'. As this is a dream (Buffy's Dream in specific) things will not follow the movie exactly, and there will be significant deviations.
Buffy knew that she was dreaming. She knew that her real life was in Sunnydale, an endless round of battles and hunts searching out demons and vampires to kill them. Endless nights of worry and danger. But why return to that now? This was so much nicer...
Now, she was the only daughter of the Steward of Gondor, the darling younger sister of Boromir and Faramir. She was a bit pampered, provided with elegant gowns and sparkling jewels to wear. Despite this, her father had insisted that she receive the training of a warrior as well as her brothers. No child of the family of Stewards, the ones who had maintained and guided the White City of Gondor since the fall of the line of Isildur, would be a helpless maiden.
She had a pair of loving elder brothers and a father who wanted her to be happy. A city that adored her and considered her to be their darling golden girl. She was the closest that Gondor had to a princess, and it was good.
"Buffaemir? You need to pack some things. Father's been closeted with the Council all day... It seems he's still having that same dream." Her brother Boromir stood in the doorway.
She frowned, hating her full name. "Bor... you know I'd rather be called Buffy. What does the council have to do with me?"
"Because, little sister, he's sending you and I to Rivendell to ask for enlightenment from the elves." Her brother had a bit of a smile in his hazel eyes, so much like her own.
"Rivendell? We get to go see elves? Oh, that's just delightful! I'd better start packing... And the same goes for you! Don't you even think about just trailing around in those old worn things, you are the son of the Steward of Gondor! You'd best dress like it!" She was just delighted. Her life was taking an interesting new direction.
The journey to Rivendell seemed to just fly by, in a succession of gloriously golden sunny days, with just enough of a cool breeze to keep things pleasant. Breathtaking hills and rolling meadows gave way to an impressive forrest that felt aware in a way that the hills she was used to did not. It was as if the trees had eyes and were watching them all.
The elven city was amazing. It was unlike anything that she'd ever seen before, and all Buffy could do was look around with wide eyed wonder. Elegant buildings with graceful twisting decor in elaborate spirals and curls, trees and shrubs in the middle of the town, and all against the most amazing waterfall... It was just the sort of impossibly gorgeous place that she'd expected elves to live in.
But then she saw the elves. They were the perfect people to dwell in such a gloriously beautiful city. They were tallish, with a slender grace and such intensely perfect beauty that it made her feel almost plain, and clumsy. Until she saw HIM. He was an elf, of course, but not one of the shadow haired perfect elves of Rivendell. No, his hair was as golden as the sunlight, and his skin a warmer tone than the others, almost a golden bronze. He was absolutely perfect looking, and it turned out that he was Legolas of Mirkwood.
She spent some time exploring Rivendale while her brother spoke to Lord Elrond, who was handsome if a bit overly stuffy. She kept catching glimpses of Legolas, and it was almost as if he was watching her, or maybe following her to keep track of her. Sort of sweet actually. He would flash this intense elven grin at her before vanishing into the trees, something that she couldn't quite figure out how he managed to do.
After nearly a week, there was a final assembly, attended by not only herself and her brother Boromir, but some of the elves, a gathering of dwarves, this lurking man with a dark beard, an old wizard with a huge hat, and most puzzlingly, a pair of short, rounded people with hairy feet. There was a gleaming golden ring laid on a dark stone pedestal, catching the sunshine and glinting in such a way that she knew immediately that it was of the purest gold.
It turned out that the ring was a very very powerful magical artifact created by the evil Sauron, once a mortal warlord but now some sort of disembodied spirit. After a while while her brother tried to convince the assembly that the ring could be used against Sauron, the vote was taken and it was decided that the ring needed to be destroyed. It wasn't until one of the dwarves had shattered this really nice looking axe on the ring that the old wizard decided to mention that the ring could only be destroyed by tossing it into the depths of this really big, ominous volcano in the heart of Mordor, the home of Sauron.
Everyone was arguing again, and Buffy had the most bizarre impression that the ring was aware of the fighting. Aware and somehow... amused. But it was just a pretty bit of metal, right? How could a ring be aware, or amused?
"I will take it." A soft voice somehow cut through the argument.
And everything seemed to sort itself out, under the nearly undetectable guidance of Elrond and the old wizard, Gandall or Gandalf or something. There would be a small group to travel swiftly to Mount Doom and destroy the ring. Herself and Boromir along with that weird Ranger guy, Legolas the yummy looking sunshine elf with a bow, one of the dwarves, Gandalf, and a group of the little people of the furry feet. Hobbits. They would be the Fellowship of the ring. The future of the world depended on them.
end part 1.
They traveled through more country-side, although now there was rain. And since they were walking, there were blisters on her feet as well. But the trip... well, it went. The mountains were horribly cold, with the most annoying wind. The best that she could say about the trip was that she got to spend so much time with Legolas. Boromir kept trying to keep them apart, but she'd seen the way Legolas would watch her, with this sort of half smile and his eyes all soft like looking over a meadow after the rain.
The mines of Moira... well, at first it was dark, and sort of damp and gave her this major creepy feeling. Then they found the bodies, and the swarm of goblins, and oh my God, that bullfrog thing was horrifyingly, mind numbingly terrifying. And it killed Gandalf. She wasn't a bit fuzzy on their escape, but she was sure that Legolas had pulled her along, one hand holding hers, his eyes filled with worry and tenderness. Strider the cranky ranger wouldn't even let them stop and mourn for Gandalf. Well, maybe he did have a point about the evil minions following them, but still...
There was a down side to the whole world saving adventure thing. People died, and then they were gone. It hurt, and felt rather familiar...
They had no choice but to continue onwards. Without Gandalf, their fearless leader who knew where everything was. It was even more awkward when they had to explain to the powerful elf Queen Galadriel that Gandalf was dead. She just seemed so... it was like part of the light that made her all shiny and glowy just went out. There was a brief stay to rest, to reprovision... she had no idea how the hobbits could possibly eat so much! Each of them ate as much as herself, her brother, and Legolas combined! No wonder they were sort of round in the middle.
When they left the woods of Lothlorien, they were in these cute little white boats, well supplied by Galadriel and her people. They'd repaired their clothing, really cleaned and sharpened their weapons, and resuplied them with food, lights, and all sorts of other little goodies to make traveling a bit less uncomfortable. Things were seeming pleasant again, with the clear water of the river, the nice trees to either side... But why did she have such a creepy feeling of foreboding? Why was she so certain that there was something bad about to happen?
She was talking to Legolas, asking him to tell her all about his home in Mirkwood when they heard it. Swords clashing, and this dull roaring noise... Then the Horn of Gondor sounded! Alarmed, they went to deal with the problem, discovering her brother surrounded by a horde of orcs, sword flashing as he desperately fought. Legolas immediately pulled his bow and began shooting the orcs, while Buffy drew her sword and leapt into the fray. There were so many orcs, and they were so ugly... thy sort of reminded her of vampires. But they were easy enough to kill individually. The complication was that they weren't here individually, they were here as part of a huge group, easily thirty strong, maybe more.
Finally, the orcs stopped coming. Her brother had collapsed in the clearing, and arrow protruding from his chest. Buffy raced over, certain that he was dead, terrified that they hadn't made it in time to save him...
It turned out that she was half right. They'd made it in time to save her brother's life, although he was in very bad shape. Unfortunately, the hobbits were gone. Apparently, her brother had been trying to keep the orcs from kidnapping, hobbit-napping? Merry and Pippin. He claimed not to know where Sam and Frodo were, but there had been something in his eyes when he'd said it, this dark guilty flicker...
The only thing to do was to chase after the orcs. After all, they'd taken the hobbits, and could only mean something horribly bad for them. So, they set forth, chasing the orcs towards Rohan. Things were a bit harder with Boromir injured the way he was, but they would manage. They had to manage, they were Pippin and Merry's only hope.
It was a long grueling run with far to little food or rest, but they followed the orcs into Rohan, gaining slowly, drawing closer even as they wondered how the orcs could be traveling so swiftly. The only possible answer was the evil magic of their foul master Sauron.
But when they were surrounded and first threatened then greeted by a large force of Rohirrim cavalry, their hopes were crushed. The Rohirrim had met the orcs, slaughtered every living thing among them. It wasn't until she saw the look of blank panic on Striders face that it occurred to her that sometimes, odd things can happen, especially under cover of darkness.
"Are you sure that you didn't see two very small round people?" Her voice trembled a bit. Had they come all this way to loose them to their maybe-allies?
So, they'd accepted some horses from the cavalry, and gone to investigate, Strider determined not to give up his last shred of hope. Maybe he felt that if he could help save the hobbits, he could win the hand of that Arwen elf-maiden, the one whose father seemed so disapproving of Strider. But he'd turned out to be right, the hobbits had escaped, fleeing into the scary old forrest, the one that even unsettled Legolas.
The one that had Gandalf inside, wearing blindingly white robes and seeming a bit off. Like there was something a bit shaken in his mind. But, dying will do that to a person...
They had gone to the city of the Rohan, and met the most incredibly old and pitiful looking man, the king. He looked like he'd been king since his smoke-stained old hall had been built... Until Gandalf did this weird thing, talking to someone named Sorry-man, although she'd been sure the King was something like The-Old-Man. Some nice food and a night's sleep in real beds, and they were on their way to a hidden impregnable fortress, certain to be attacked by the legions of orcs commanded by the bad guys. Life was so... fun these days.
end part 2.
Of course, Helms Deep did look pretty impressive, and rather impossible to capture. But there was a huge army of orcs, and this massive siege that destroyed the walls, and people dying everywhere... She definitely hated orcs. With a fiery passion.
After the cavalry had arrived, literally, in this case, saving the day, they had gone off following Gandalf towards Isengard, and the trees were really freaky. Especially since there hadn't been trees there on the way into Helms Deep. They found Isengard, surrounded by this soggy, ruined disaster of a lawn... and Merry and Pippen were there, safe and cheerful, with a nice hot meal. And there was much rejoicing.
Then, they'd heard terrible news, that Gondor was besieged by Wraiths and orcs, and had gathered a force to go rescue her city, her home. The-Old-Man had insisted on sending men to help.
Being the heroes that they were, they were gradually gaining the upper hand, weakening the orcish army when for no reason that they could ever figure out, the Wraiths just... fell apart, their nasty flying mounts went crazy, taking out large swaths of the orcs before being killed, and the Gondor-Rohan forces routed the remaining orcs. They had won, Gondor was safe. Strider the overly brooding turned out to really be Aragorn, the long lost Heir to the Throne of Gondor, and was crowned King with the enchanting Arwen as his queen, a pair of star-crossed lovers getting their happy ending. Almost like...
Except that the city seemed almost too tame after everything. After all of those adventures, the exhilarating victories, the breath taking scenery. And Legolas, who had been getting closer and closer, spending a lot of his time near her, not so much speaking, but... there. Lurking protectively, watching her with that incredible smile...
She retreated to one of the high towers, looking out over the country. But there was someone else in the tower, a person that she would know anywhere. "Legolas... How good to see you."
He turned, smiling at her with so much pleasure at seeing her that she almost couldn't breath. "Buffy... it is good to see you."
"Are you looking for anywhere in particular, or just, you know, looking?" She moved to stand beside him, the hem of her amber velvet gown brushing against his boots.
He leaned against the window sill, his head peeking out past the walls. "I was mostly thinking. This... this is home for you, isn't it? The place where you fit, where your family belongs. How could someone ask you to leave it?"
Hope began to flutter inside of her. "Nobody has asked me... yet. But while it is my home... maybe it's not where I'm supposed to be for the rest of my life."
"Perhaps somewhere with trees? Or... traveling? You've never seen Mirkwood... There are so many places that I'd like to show you, sweet Buffy." He was looking at her now, his eyes full of intensity.
She reached out, her hand cupping against his cheek. "Are you asking? Do you want me to go away with you, to the forrest of Mirkwood?"
He leaned forward, his lips brushing over hers, causing her whole body to warm and tingle. "Come away with me and be my love."
"oh... I think that would be lovely." She could hardly believe it. He was just so... and he wanted her to stay with him. Forever.
What else could she do but accept? There was a fabulously delightful and elegant wedding ceremony, and a feast. Then, she and Legolas set off, to travel, to see the world, and to enjoy each other. Passionately.
The story even had the perfect ending: 'And the lived happily ever after'.
end part 3. End Buffy's Dream.
Author: Lucinda
rating: pg 13
main characters: Buffy, Legolas
disclaimer: I own nobody from BtVS, and nobody from Lord of the Rings
distribution: If you want it, ask. I'll probably say yes.
summary: Anya found a spell to allow Buffy, Cordelia & Willow dream themselves into the movie 'Lord of the Rings'. As this is a dream (Buffy's Dream in specific) things will not follow the movie exactly, and there will be significant deviations.
Buffy knew that she was dreaming. She knew that her real life was in Sunnydale, an endless round of battles and hunts searching out demons and vampires to kill them. Endless nights of worry and danger. But why return to that now? This was so much nicer...
Now, she was the only daughter of the Steward of Gondor, the darling younger sister of Boromir and Faramir. She was a bit pampered, provided with elegant gowns and sparkling jewels to wear. Despite this, her father had insisted that she receive the training of a warrior as well as her brothers. No child of the family of Stewards, the ones who had maintained and guided the White City of Gondor since the fall of the line of Isildur, would be a helpless maiden.
She had a pair of loving elder brothers and a father who wanted her to be happy. A city that adored her and considered her to be their darling golden girl. She was the closest that Gondor had to a princess, and it was good.
"Buffaemir? You need to pack some things. Father's been closeted with the Council all day... It seems he's still having that same dream." Her brother Boromir stood in the doorway.
She frowned, hating her full name. "Bor... you know I'd rather be called Buffy. What does the council have to do with me?"
"Because, little sister, he's sending you and I to Rivendell to ask for enlightenment from the elves." Her brother had a bit of a smile in his hazel eyes, so much like her own.
"Rivendell? We get to go see elves? Oh, that's just delightful! I'd better start packing... And the same goes for you! Don't you even think about just trailing around in those old worn things, you are the son of the Steward of Gondor! You'd best dress like it!" She was just delighted. Her life was taking an interesting new direction.
The journey to Rivendell seemed to just fly by, in a succession of gloriously golden sunny days, with just enough of a cool breeze to keep things pleasant. Breathtaking hills and rolling meadows gave way to an impressive forrest that felt aware in a way that the hills she was used to did not. It was as if the trees had eyes and were watching them all.
The elven city was amazing. It was unlike anything that she'd ever seen before, and all Buffy could do was look around with wide eyed wonder. Elegant buildings with graceful twisting decor in elaborate spirals and curls, trees and shrubs in the middle of the town, and all against the most amazing waterfall... It was just the sort of impossibly gorgeous place that she'd expected elves to live in.
But then she saw the elves. They were the perfect people to dwell in such a gloriously beautiful city. They were tallish, with a slender grace and such intensely perfect beauty that it made her feel almost plain, and clumsy. Until she saw HIM. He was an elf, of course, but not one of the shadow haired perfect elves of Rivendell. No, his hair was as golden as the sunlight, and his skin a warmer tone than the others, almost a golden bronze. He was absolutely perfect looking, and it turned out that he was Legolas of Mirkwood.
She spent some time exploring Rivendale while her brother spoke to Lord Elrond, who was handsome if a bit overly stuffy. She kept catching glimpses of Legolas, and it was almost as if he was watching her, or maybe following her to keep track of her. Sort of sweet actually. He would flash this intense elven grin at her before vanishing into the trees, something that she couldn't quite figure out how he managed to do.
After nearly a week, there was a final assembly, attended by not only herself and her brother Boromir, but some of the elves, a gathering of dwarves, this lurking man with a dark beard, an old wizard with a huge hat, and most puzzlingly, a pair of short, rounded people with hairy feet. There was a gleaming golden ring laid on a dark stone pedestal, catching the sunshine and glinting in such a way that she knew immediately that it was of the purest gold.
It turned out that the ring was a very very powerful magical artifact created by the evil Sauron, once a mortal warlord but now some sort of disembodied spirit. After a while while her brother tried to convince the assembly that the ring could be used against Sauron, the vote was taken and it was decided that the ring needed to be destroyed. It wasn't until one of the dwarves had shattered this really nice looking axe on the ring that the old wizard decided to mention that the ring could only be destroyed by tossing it into the depths of this really big, ominous volcano in the heart of Mordor, the home of Sauron.
Everyone was arguing again, and Buffy had the most bizarre impression that the ring was aware of the fighting. Aware and somehow... amused. But it was just a pretty bit of metal, right? How could a ring be aware, or amused?
"I will take it." A soft voice somehow cut through the argument.
And everything seemed to sort itself out, under the nearly undetectable guidance of Elrond and the old wizard, Gandall or Gandalf or something. There would be a small group to travel swiftly to Mount Doom and destroy the ring. Herself and Boromir along with that weird Ranger guy, Legolas the yummy looking sunshine elf with a bow, one of the dwarves, Gandalf, and a group of the little people of the furry feet. Hobbits. They would be the Fellowship of the ring. The future of the world depended on them.
end part 1.
They traveled through more country-side, although now there was rain. And since they were walking, there were blisters on her feet as well. But the trip... well, it went. The mountains were horribly cold, with the most annoying wind. The best that she could say about the trip was that she got to spend so much time with Legolas. Boromir kept trying to keep them apart, but she'd seen the way Legolas would watch her, with this sort of half smile and his eyes all soft like looking over a meadow after the rain.
The mines of Moira... well, at first it was dark, and sort of damp and gave her this major creepy feeling. Then they found the bodies, and the swarm of goblins, and oh my God, that bullfrog thing was horrifyingly, mind numbingly terrifying. And it killed Gandalf. She wasn't a bit fuzzy on their escape, but she was sure that Legolas had pulled her along, one hand holding hers, his eyes filled with worry and tenderness. Strider the cranky ranger wouldn't even let them stop and mourn for Gandalf. Well, maybe he did have a point about the evil minions following them, but still...
There was a down side to the whole world saving adventure thing. People died, and then they were gone. It hurt, and felt rather familiar...
They had no choice but to continue onwards. Without Gandalf, their fearless leader who knew where everything was. It was even more awkward when they had to explain to the powerful elf Queen Galadriel that Gandalf was dead. She just seemed so... it was like part of the light that made her all shiny and glowy just went out. There was a brief stay to rest, to reprovision... she had no idea how the hobbits could possibly eat so much! Each of them ate as much as herself, her brother, and Legolas combined! No wonder they were sort of round in the middle.
When they left the woods of Lothlorien, they were in these cute little white boats, well supplied by Galadriel and her people. They'd repaired their clothing, really cleaned and sharpened their weapons, and resuplied them with food, lights, and all sorts of other little goodies to make traveling a bit less uncomfortable. Things were seeming pleasant again, with the clear water of the river, the nice trees to either side... But why did she have such a creepy feeling of foreboding? Why was she so certain that there was something bad about to happen?
She was talking to Legolas, asking him to tell her all about his home in Mirkwood when they heard it. Swords clashing, and this dull roaring noise... Then the Horn of Gondor sounded! Alarmed, they went to deal with the problem, discovering her brother surrounded by a horde of orcs, sword flashing as he desperately fought. Legolas immediately pulled his bow and began shooting the orcs, while Buffy drew her sword and leapt into the fray. There were so many orcs, and they were so ugly... thy sort of reminded her of vampires. But they were easy enough to kill individually. The complication was that they weren't here individually, they were here as part of a huge group, easily thirty strong, maybe more.
Finally, the orcs stopped coming. Her brother had collapsed in the clearing, and arrow protruding from his chest. Buffy raced over, certain that he was dead, terrified that they hadn't made it in time to save him...
It turned out that she was half right. They'd made it in time to save her brother's life, although he was in very bad shape. Unfortunately, the hobbits were gone. Apparently, her brother had been trying to keep the orcs from kidnapping, hobbit-napping? Merry and Pippin. He claimed not to know where Sam and Frodo were, but there had been something in his eyes when he'd said it, this dark guilty flicker...
The only thing to do was to chase after the orcs. After all, they'd taken the hobbits, and could only mean something horribly bad for them. So, they set forth, chasing the orcs towards Rohan. Things were a bit harder with Boromir injured the way he was, but they would manage. They had to manage, they were Pippin and Merry's only hope.
It was a long grueling run with far to little food or rest, but they followed the orcs into Rohan, gaining slowly, drawing closer even as they wondered how the orcs could be traveling so swiftly. The only possible answer was the evil magic of their foul master Sauron.
But when they were surrounded and first threatened then greeted by a large force of Rohirrim cavalry, their hopes were crushed. The Rohirrim had met the orcs, slaughtered every living thing among them. It wasn't until she saw the look of blank panic on Striders face that it occurred to her that sometimes, odd things can happen, especially under cover of darkness.
"Are you sure that you didn't see two very small round people?" Her voice trembled a bit. Had they come all this way to loose them to their maybe-allies?
So, they'd accepted some horses from the cavalry, and gone to investigate, Strider determined not to give up his last shred of hope. Maybe he felt that if he could help save the hobbits, he could win the hand of that Arwen elf-maiden, the one whose father seemed so disapproving of Strider. But he'd turned out to be right, the hobbits had escaped, fleeing into the scary old forrest, the one that even unsettled Legolas.
The one that had Gandalf inside, wearing blindingly white robes and seeming a bit off. Like there was something a bit shaken in his mind. But, dying will do that to a person...
They had gone to the city of the Rohan, and met the most incredibly old and pitiful looking man, the king. He looked like he'd been king since his smoke-stained old hall had been built... Until Gandalf did this weird thing, talking to someone named Sorry-man, although she'd been sure the King was something like The-Old-Man. Some nice food and a night's sleep in real beds, and they were on their way to a hidden impregnable fortress, certain to be attacked by the legions of orcs commanded by the bad guys. Life was so... fun these days.
end part 2.
Of course, Helms Deep did look pretty impressive, and rather impossible to capture. But there was a huge army of orcs, and this massive siege that destroyed the walls, and people dying everywhere... She definitely hated orcs. With a fiery passion.
After the cavalry had arrived, literally, in this case, saving the day, they had gone off following Gandalf towards Isengard, and the trees were really freaky. Especially since there hadn't been trees there on the way into Helms Deep. They found Isengard, surrounded by this soggy, ruined disaster of a lawn... and Merry and Pippen were there, safe and cheerful, with a nice hot meal. And there was much rejoicing.
Then, they'd heard terrible news, that Gondor was besieged by Wraiths and orcs, and had gathered a force to go rescue her city, her home. The-Old-Man had insisted on sending men to help.
Being the heroes that they were, they were gradually gaining the upper hand, weakening the orcish army when for no reason that they could ever figure out, the Wraiths just... fell apart, their nasty flying mounts went crazy, taking out large swaths of the orcs before being killed, and the Gondor-Rohan forces routed the remaining orcs. They had won, Gondor was safe. Strider the overly brooding turned out to really be Aragorn, the long lost Heir to the Throne of Gondor, and was crowned King with the enchanting Arwen as his queen, a pair of star-crossed lovers getting their happy ending. Almost like...
Except that the city seemed almost too tame after everything. After all of those adventures, the exhilarating victories, the breath taking scenery. And Legolas, who had been getting closer and closer, spending a lot of his time near her, not so much speaking, but... there. Lurking protectively, watching her with that incredible smile...
She retreated to one of the high towers, looking out over the country. But there was someone else in the tower, a person that she would know anywhere. "Legolas... How good to see you."
He turned, smiling at her with so much pleasure at seeing her that she almost couldn't breath. "Buffy... it is good to see you."
"Are you looking for anywhere in particular, or just, you know, looking?" She moved to stand beside him, the hem of her amber velvet gown brushing against his boots.
He leaned against the window sill, his head peeking out past the walls. "I was mostly thinking. This... this is home for you, isn't it? The place where you fit, where your family belongs. How could someone ask you to leave it?"
Hope began to flutter inside of her. "Nobody has asked me... yet. But while it is my home... maybe it's not where I'm supposed to be for the rest of my life."
"Perhaps somewhere with trees? Or... traveling? You've never seen Mirkwood... There are so many places that I'd like to show you, sweet Buffy." He was looking at her now, his eyes full of intensity.
She reached out, her hand cupping against his cheek. "Are you asking? Do you want me to go away with you, to the forrest of Mirkwood?"
He leaned forward, his lips brushing over hers, causing her whole body to warm and tingle. "Come away with me and be my love."
"oh... I think that would be lovely." She could hardly believe it. He was just so... and he wanted her to stay with him. Forever.
What else could she do but accept? There was a fabulously delightful and elegant wedding ceremony, and a feast. Then, she and Legolas set off, to travel, to see the world, and to enjoy each other. Passionately.
The story even had the perfect ending: 'And the lived happily ever after'.
end part 3. End Buffy's Dream.