Origins
It was Red's fault...always messin' with the Magic.... Willow.... well...normally red...except when she's hell-bent. Now that Tara's gone, we've been quiet. I always did like Glinda. Now that Buffy's let Dawn patrol, I'm worried. Always treated 'er like a sister, I did. Loved the Lil' Bit', all the Summers women. Now, they had no idea where they where.
It was a beautiful day in the Lothlorien Woods. The lights were as bright as ever. The clans were meeting, as they did yearly, to remember the ones who have fallen during The Great War. There were four elves close together, sharing, remembering. One was sad, his long golden hair fallening loose, but parts in braids. His mother died saving his life; he was young, he barely remembered. He truly missed her, since they shared the same loves and gifts. They adored nature, and could feel at home with it.
One, an orphan was at a loss for words. Her long, black, fire streaked hair was hanging around her dropping face. She was alone, her parents died. She was out on an outing with her uncle when they came back to the castle, and she found her parents there dead. But she wasn't alone. She had her friends, and family. She now lived with her Uncle Elrond and cousin Arwen.
Another...had perfect bliss. True, she had no mother, like her peers, but she had her original and a love, Aragorn, a wonderful warrior and man. Her cousin, Keyaira, lived with them. In her personal opinion, Keya was a little weird and a lot paranoid. The last of the group was listening to Keya, her best friend. They've known each other since they could remember, and knew each other like a book. They were complete opposites, but the closest people-or elves around. She also was an orphan. Her parents died together, facing Sauron, according to her Aunt Gladriel. She often went to visit her families, but she mostly stayed in Lothlorien. It was just safer. But today, none were alone, and they could only remember their own loss.
It was Red's fault...always messin' with the Magic.... Willow.... well...normally red...except when she's hell-bent. Now that Tara's gone, we've been quiet. I always did like Glinda. Now that Buffy's let Dawn patrol, I'm worried. Always treated 'er like a sister, I did. Loved the Lil' Bit', all the Summers women. Now, they had no idea where they where.
It was a beautiful day in the Lothlorien Woods. The lights were as bright as ever. The clans were meeting, as they did yearly, to remember the ones who have fallen during The Great War. There were four elves close together, sharing, remembering. One was sad, his long golden hair fallening loose, but parts in braids. His mother died saving his life; he was young, he barely remembered. He truly missed her, since they shared the same loves and gifts. They adored nature, and could feel at home with it.
One, an orphan was at a loss for words. Her long, black, fire streaked hair was hanging around her dropping face. She was alone, her parents died. She was out on an outing with her uncle when they came back to the castle, and she found her parents there dead. But she wasn't alone. She had her friends, and family. She now lived with her Uncle Elrond and cousin Arwen.
Another...had perfect bliss. True, she had no mother, like her peers, but she had her original and a love, Aragorn, a wonderful warrior and man. Her cousin, Keyaira, lived with them. In her personal opinion, Keya was a little weird and a lot paranoid. The last of the group was listening to Keya, her best friend. They've known each other since they could remember, and knew each other like a book. They were complete opposites, but the closest people-or elves around. She also was an orphan. Her parents died together, facing Sauron, according to her Aunt Gladriel. She often went to visit her families, but she mostly stayed in Lothlorien. It was just safer. But today, none were alone, and they could only remember their own loss.
