Author's Note: Very short piece b/c it needs to be.
And a very belated thank you to Lin3 for her comments. I appreciate them and never meant to ignore your kindness. Thank you for taking the time to read and respond to this. I also hope that you were able to access the other parts of this.
Part 10:
The Next Day.
Willow, or Lily, tossed and turned on the bed, lost in vision of a place she'd never been. But she was aware of it from memories she'd seen in the minds of the twins. She knew this place as well as she knew Hogwarts. Or her newer hometown of Sunnydale, California.
Middle-Earth.
And there, in the farthest, darkest corner of the place was what she sought after. The one who was going to help them out.
Sauron.
They needed him to walk again in flesh. Here. For she knew what they did not. He had access to something she would not allow her son to have.
Her son would no longer be the tool of a meddling, old, well meaning, fool.
The pawn in these silly games, used through the machinations of a careless fate. She who was mistress over them would be forced to step aside.
It was over.
The twins would be sent home to fulfill prophecy. Unwilling to do so, she knew. She realized that they would want to fight her all the way. But they were hers, bonded to her in more than flesh and blood. Her mark was truer, deeper. In the end, they would do as they had always done.
She was the Pendragon and would not be denied.
By Anyone.
Once decided, it could not be undone.
She was now in control and no other would stand against her.
Her body stilled, the fluttering of lashed ceased.
And she rested, content and peaceful, knowing that as she was, so it would be.
And a very belated thank you to Lin3 for her comments. I appreciate them and never meant to ignore your kindness. Thank you for taking the time to read and respond to this. I also hope that you were able to access the other parts of this.
Part 10:
The Next Day.
Willow, or Lily, tossed and turned on the bed, lost in vision of a place she'd never been. But she was aware of it from memories she'd seen in the minds of the twins. She knew this place as well as she knew Hogwarts. Or her newer hometown of Sunnydale, California.
Middle-Earth.
And there, in the farthest, darkest corner of the place was what she sought after. The one who was going to help them out.
Sauron.
They needed him to walk again in flesh. Here. For she knew what they did not. He had access to something she would not allow her son to have.
Her son would no longer be the tool of a meddling, old, well meaning, fool.
The pawn in these silly games, used through the machinations of a careless fate. She who was mistress over them would be forced to step aside.
It was over.
The twins would be sent home to fulfill prophecy. Unwilling to do so, she knew. She realized that they would want to fight her all the way. But they were hers, bonded to her in more than flesh and blood. Her mark was truer, deeper. In the end, they would do as they had always done.
She was the Pendragon and would not be denied.
By Anyone.
Once decided, it could not be undone.
She was now in control and no other would stand against her.
Her body stilled, the fluttering of lashed ceased.
And she rested, content and peaceful, knowing that as she was, so it would be.